I’m standing in a long line outside the post office
Eager to mail a greeting card to my mother
My nostrils draw in the crisp winter air
And release miniscule pieces of a faint song
Resonating softly inside the temple of my heart
It’s another of the many soul promptings
Urging forth the voice of the Dreamer
The greatest advocate of Light
Ever dancing in the the first octave of Life
Setting free tides of Consciousness
Against the shores of a world mind
Which has forgotten its cosmic origins
Slowly the line moves forward…
I feel the waves penetrating old residual energies
As the innermost voice gets louder and clearer
Aligning the fifty trillion cells of my body
Electrical impulses animate the blood
With goosebump effects on my skin
From beneath my boots the earth shoots up
A cool wind pushes against the back of my coat
Reminding me that the origin of the melody
Is not caught in the confines of the flesh
But illuminates the Song of Life
From every point in space
Beyond all human intelligence and power
While most of the people in front of me stare at their cell phones…
My eyes seal shut to revel in this private rapture
Taking my mind beyond the world of alluring distractions
Inviting me to follow what the fifty trillion already know
The spinning ball of earth and water hold the rhythm steady
While flashes of magnetic fire and heat move in graceful intimacy
Reassurance drenches all the suspicious and thirsty places
Each speck of anxious resistance burns in this sweet surrender
The song rises above the wintery city and beyond nations and borders
Bursting through a million galaxies of starbursts and silence
Where birth and death are only notes on a scale that never ends
Creation calls through its infinite instruments to keep playing
My eyes open just in time to see the man behind the glass motioning me to come in…
The dancing atoms cannot keep themselves six feet apart…
The man and I nod kindly to each other as I enter the building
