The Sound of Truth and Truth of Sound

A child greets the world alone, primary breath exclaiming life itself through sound. Voice is born as the ambassador of feeling; words attend in retinue. Sound is the boundless assembly of any mortal relevance.

Anthem tends the patriot, canticle tends the pilgrim, sonnet tends the lover, march tends the warrior or bride, requiem the mourner. Crying or extolling, stooping to entreat; music, poetry, or two combined in songs, string hyphens between human hearts: now and ever, and in every realm.

Creation’s adoration listens for a higher Realm, where the Song Elemental shines from earthly hearts and eyes, thrills in sun’s resonance, lilts in colour’s harmony, leaps in chorus from the lawn-bound blades.

God harkens to an endless Song of Love, Self-born; Self-absorbed surveys Estates of sky through Ocean’s mighty lens, set to compose a verse of dawn or tempest, and to weave it in the Melody.

Through one who intuits any nuance of that Realm, one song of many songs, one instrumental tone, one phrase of one verse of many poems, is a voice and vessel of the Source.

“…Thou art the ring
Of the lowest chasm and spanless height….”
- Sri Chinmoy, excerpt from “Master,” My Flute

Sumangali Morhall
August 2005