A bird of flight flew past a view of the waters across open space. A sound fluttered a rhythm until a twine became melodious.
Undeterred by its own discerning, its right wing flapped a lingering primordial sound. Then almost as if reaching further, the left wing lifted a notion of its own to match.
As if like a songbird, the feathers flickered an ‘m’ tailoring the beat to sound.
Yore and lore met in a fleeting merge.
It settled an ‘Aum’, touched ‘Om’, resonating peaceful, rejuvenating. A half sound grazed and braced upon its head.
The bird heard words as it flew past, almost as if its own form was being described, a ship to its mast.
“Upon its legs were rajas and tamas, in grounding if and when to speak.
The sattva of the purified, its body.
Righteousness its right, that which was left corrected yet in the inarticulately inaccurate.
And like the tattvas or principles to the moment, it soars, as if it belonged.
The seven worlds likened to breath, the space through the chakras glimpsed.
Bhu along its feet
Bhuvar upon the knees
Svah-loka at the hips
At the navel the Mahar-world, or the mid region be.
At the heart, the jana(r)loka,
At the neck the tapau(s)
Between the eyebrows at the temple, the satya(m)-loka.
Bringing them, Om.
Hummed to hymn in knowing, the vowels in flight, and the seven sounds of delight.
Bridging to be, an ascending bird, a quintessential word.
The first part lauding the fire, 3 and a half sounds in form.
The second offered in the waters, an equivalent beneficence abound.
Likened the golden form raised within a solar orb, eternity absorbed and absolved.
The third to the care of the wind, watchful like an age guiding and gliding within.
The wondrous Om, intoned and sounded,
To the attentive, hearing listening… conferred and well-rounded.
The first part, blending after offered,
the second, allowing the moment’s blessing to be, as received.
The rich in sound building to a lightning surround.
The third indeed profound to flight.
Onto fourth like the warm wings of insight.
To the attentive, thoughtful and considerate.
Swayed faith, familiar fulfilment waded to way.
Inferred to stay.
Only hinted, like gentle whispers, carefully awakened like the instinct that answers.
Pause to be, redeemed, like nature’s quill to right itself.
To greet and listen, for better yet.
To know the inner silence.
Stored for peace…
Creative form, like breath to a breeze.”
A celestial figure played luminous a musical instrument and listened to a song as a bird of flight flew across the horizon.
A quintessential bard intoned.