Training breath with systematic sound.
Reciting a sutra with the teacher,
A glimpse of silence within.
Walking alone, I am not alone at all.
These majestic hills stand with me,
Trees and leaves and pebbles and ants -
All their sounds merge into a stillness,
That continues all the way to my heart.
The heart of silence.
Can I go into it? I am afraid.
Walking into the forest with friends
Plunging into the stillness I saw from afar,
Climbing, clinging, slipping, holding, walking
Into the depths of a silence
That burst forth into divine melody -
Our teacher sings for us.
We made sound,
That took me to silence.
From that silence,
Came the gift of sound, music.
Full circle.
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