A voice bursts out,
a surprise in the silence:
Sound waves resounding
in ecstatic vibrations,
cascading and rising.
Sometimes in gloom, sometimes elation
The voice changes, disguising
its universal foundation.
What is this sound that blankets, pierces,
cries out and whispers?
Particles suspended in ether,
Air a universe of stars, shining in metre.
Pulsation, sometimes low, like a rolling hill
grand, earth-like, defiant, almost still.
Sometimes a choir, like waves crashing,
or a wind, whistling and whipping.
Sound is energy, carried on waves,
through solid, liquid and gas, it behaves
like a ghost, booming from within
the elements. Like light, but not shining
Sound is atoms, pulsating.
Sound needs matter to travel at all,
in ether it is silence, no one hears it call.
Chanting invokes a sacred power,
healing harmonies at the timely hour.
Growing from inside, rising up from beneath,
pouring love from the heart, united with belief.
Sound echoes transcendence, energy
combines with matter, the gateway
of the psychic realm and the physical plane;
sound is air compressed, a mysterious vein.
The sonic range as varied as life itself,
each thing its own resonance, with which it’s been dealt.
The fifth chakra its home, its colour is blue,
Sound is the link between me and you.
Subtler than water, fire and earth,
Sound unites us with that which is heard.
Lifted together, with one sacred breath
singing as one, in the rhythm we rest.
Sound travels through us; it carries us high,
Magical tones help us to fly
into the universe, out amongst the stars,
pure energy in motion, we reach what is ours.
Pure energy, pure self, suspended in breath,
Chanting unites us with that which is blessed.
