The Silent Song

 A silent song plays in the deep,
Some days it colors things drab,
depressed, disorganized, and disheveled...

Other days it is luminous, vibrant, radiating-
vibrating with the impulse to do, to go, to dare, to achieve.

The song cares not for my mantras,
my achievements,
my failures...

For something which is so essential to my being,
it seems completely indifferent to me.

I am learning to dance on the days where the song is slow,
when everything hurts,
swollen, sullen, rigid and rough.

Where the clouds, the rain, the world going insane,
all swells together, and it just seems too much....

Learning to seize the days when the orchestra swells.
The light expands, exposes, and transforms all things,
the simple beauty, the quiet awe, the raucous laughter of friends and strangers,
passing smiles, all green lights.

A silent song plays in the deep,
Some days it drains all things drab,
and on other days it is the wind which uplifts all things.