Morning Meditation

This morning our meditation

is to hum.

No Om, no metaphysics,

no esoteric tantra.

Just hum.

You did this when you were

very young.

Maybe listening to your

mother's heartbeat.

Maybe pressed against your

father's chest.

Feel your voice

resonating in your skull.

Feel your music

gonging the bowls

in your belly, your hips,

overflowing.

More quietly now,

feel your own voice

ringing every cell.

More quietly now,

hear it chime your atoms,

every photon a

moan of light,

a final M of silence.

Now you understand.

The hum was already there,

oscillating your molecules.

The hum was already there,

spilling starlight from a proton.

The name of God

already there

filling empty space

beyond the rim of time.

You were dancing to this music

before you were conceived.

You were singing this song,

this song was singing you

before you breathed.

All was forgiven,

given before,

by Grace.

Joy was given

before creation.

Come here when you pray.

Listen to the hum,

the golden music

before any God says

let there be light.

Come here when you hum,

when you melt into silence

through the sound of your body.

Photo: Abby and I