Morning Meditation

 

This morning our meditation

is to hum.

No Om, no metaphysics,

no esoteric tantra.

Just hum.

Feel your own voice

resonating in your skull.

Feel your own voice

gonging the bowls in your

chest, 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,

an 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.