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Humming Home

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Haven’t you heard,
In you, this bird?


This blur I hear,
Buzzing by my ear,
Delicate lace
Of furtive space.


Born in a world of means and ends,
Hosting a sense unaccounted for -
A sound that heals, a hush that mends -
There is an Om we learn to ignore;


The life we claim is but a stipple,
A screen of lies that just grows thicker; 
But at times you’ve heard,
In you, this bird;
An innermost ripple,
A soundless flicker,


Not a clamor, not a roar,
But a beacon to the inner shore.


A call for Thee to leap and soar,
Into the depths of Thy hidden core.


ekoh
© 2014