A Song To The Self In Itself

With light steps

The words emerge

Gathering up the world

Culminating in the heart.

 

It’s one surfaced emotion

Over a million within

That words include

By the sounds I sing

To the being deep

At their core.

 

Who sings ?

For the being I am

Just hears, sending along

More words without speech

Wrapped in sounds that reach

That he who sings

Sings of feels

Sprouting rich

In nowhere space

Peripheral

About that empty core.

 

Where am I ?

Who creation accompanies

Creating more

Words in sounds

That flow deep

And wide

Perambulating

In abundance.

 

How shall I ever know

Who sings ?

Who hears ?

Whose are the words ?

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