Listen

Listen.

There it is

The hum of perfect silence

At the center of all that is;
or isn't.
An impetus greater than
whatever one imagines.

There it is.

No beginning.
No end.
Can there be a middle then ?

The timeless whirring of
timeless clocks,
which have no hands
or numbers,
needs no direction
in which to flow.

The hum of perfect silence

Only ever always now
So loud
you barely hear it.
So quiet
it awakens everything.

Do you hear the hum
of all that is,
or isn't ?
Are you so busy
with the times and dates and schedules
of your worldly machinations
that there seems no time to listen ?

To the hum
of that which is everything,
and nothing.

There it is.

Listen.