Seeds & Music

Seeds & Music

by M.T. Noah

Seeds

seeds

seeds

seeds

dropping from your fingers

trails i follow

as i waken from this damnable

amnesia

Christna Perri's "A Thousand Years" whispers to my heart

you sing into my soul

but i can't see you

...

a vague flickering of a face

full of longing,

eyes full of pent up,

broken hearted love

preserved and haunting,

like the heat above a flame

is it an optical illusion,

or are you really there?

...

I break down from never finding You,

my only Treasure . . .

and yet here again,

a phantom touch and memories come screaming

of tea on the outer corridor of a Very Ancient Korean Home

standing beneath an Even Older Gingko Tree

of kisses stolen while the servants are out of sight

of out of place artifacts

I recognize but don't know why

I know that was my pocket watch . . .

why did you take it dressed like an ancient Chinese astronaut?

Why do you have fox ears and dance across the skies,
laughing all the while?

Rider of dragons,
Chula Divine,

I miss your voice.

"And yet I am always Present with you, my Treasured Beloved."

Half way visuals,

a long, long memory;

and I hear this one:

INXS' "Never Tear Us Apart"

"Pick up InuYasha, see what you recall."

-No, I don't like manga-

"Do it!"

-But -

And so it goes until I give in and see exactly how badly

He's told the story. THIS NEVER HAPPENED!

Well, not THAT WAY. Big oaf.

Along the way the seeds dropped

remind of what happened by

His telling it wrong to humans

Always

That hairpin in Kamisama Kiss,

NO.

HIS MOTHER gave me that.

on Kunlunshan millennia before the

NEOLITHIC EVEN THOUGHT TO CONTEMPLATE BEGINNING!

And in my family line it stayed until I was 12

and middle school bullies broke it

on a school bus

how prosaic

and unlikely.

seeds

seeds

seeds

seeds

dropped around the world

JUST IN CASE I HAPPENED TO BE BORN THERE

but there are many aspects

in many bodies

so many of My Larger Self

who need to hear them

need to see them

Aziraphale,

you didn't need to say I'd burnt my car . . .

you angelic bastard.

Crowded House's "Don't Dream It's Over" plays,
and I say,
~I can’t, Beloved, for you’ve made even the suggestion impossible.~

"You are my world."

And you are mine,

by any name,

in any time,

in any world,

any universe,

any dimension.

For time and space are nothing,

and we live in the gaps,

my love,

between matter and antimatter

between right and wrong,

electrons encompass infinite space,

in fact and not in jest,

and there we hid our love for long and long and long again.

You have said,

while dropping seeds

seeds

seeds

seeds

for me to follow as I waken;

you have said,

so many times,

"We are taboo in every world ever

we have lived in,

and we are forbidden

in every lifetime you have ever lived

and I will live and die

by the will of your heart,

and never once in millions

of human reckon'd years

have I, did I, nor will I

regret it."

And honestly,

Delight Partially Seen,

Treasure Hidden by the Crassness of Materiality,

Honored Beloved,

Bonded in Life and Love since long before

any human thought it a Thing To Do - -

You are the same for me.

Aubrey Colletti's Musical Collage in Honor of Hsi Wang Mu rings out into the night,
gentle and pow’rful. I hear you sigh and call

me your only Goddess, dedicate yourself again to eternal service as my Priest. 

I laugh, because I am Nothing if not merely the Priestess to your Godhood
and the stories you inspired got your Job wrong again. 
 

You are family-ar, but you are not my Familiar.

"Mischief."

managed.

The Beacon, the Dance, & the Game

The world vibrates
it sounds like trumpets,
or so the monotheists say ,
quaking in their boots;

having forgotten that nature 
levels up all the time
with

or without

their terrifying husband of a god

they mutter amongst themselves 
about the 'end of days,'
and maybe it is,

from their perspective.

The rest of us smile
and begin the Dance

one foot to the left,
the song rises from a billion, billion throats 

one foot to the right,
both arms gracefully rising above our heads

the bells on my ankles,
the drum in his hands
the singing bowl brought to life
by the contemplative sitting at the edge
of the sacred dance ground

their eyes 3/4 closed,
the only other sound they make
a quiet, but resounding

AUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
(7.83 Hertz, the sound of the Schumann Resonance of Earth)

the Bird People fluff their feathers
and lightly step,
while lifting off in time;

each joins the Sacred Dance 
in their own ways.  7.83 Hertz - the sound of the Schumann Resonance of Earth)

the Bird People fluff their feathers

and lightly step while lifting off in time,

joining the sacred dance in their own ways,

the bower bird dancing his blues

and welcoming the new shape of things

as he would greet his precious bride

Owl and Tobi,

Golden Eagle and Egret,

Hummingbird and Bird of Paradise

take the task to show the beauty

glowing through the cracks

of all the hells

the humans wrought

there, the Blue-Footed Booby dances
jubilant his awkward dance,

his feet never wavering from their rhythm,

for the first time in his life

entrusted with the sacred sky

he adds his blue to the colors forming there

The Mammal Peoples gather

and find their place in the harmonics

of balanced, joyful uplift.

Bear stands upright,

Jaguar bows, and

Platypus giggles his solemnities toward the Void,

his tail slapping earth in time

to a distant, rhythmic drumming

Dog howls along,

while graceful, all the Ungulents sway.

The Beacon lit,

in every Now -

We go,

we come,

we fly,

we thrive.

The resonances

transform the worlds

. . . and there ain’t nothing you can do to stop it,

and so we sing

full joy

full peace

an overflow of self-acceptance

that enables acceptance of the Other,

without condition

and brings us all

to Health,

to Love,

to Dynamic Stasis -

the ever-changing balance;

The Greatest Game of All.

Eclipse Song

The worlds dance
around the Fires
all across the sky.

Every soul
looking out in wonder
Every heart
asking why.

See the moon
from this smallish place
looking out
past the stars

Hear the songs,
feel them in your bones
feel the words
of those who died.

Lift them up
in their joys and sorrows
Lift them up
as they come to earth.

A million years
oh so long ago now
A million more
and they'll sing our songs

On a long-distant
world near a Fire
They will hear our cry

And then they will pause,
consider --
the signal they hear was sent
a million years
before

Is it even there now?
Do the Children know
their Source?

Would that they
when hearing our song
honor those who have gone beyond!

The shell of this egg in which
we're nurtured
and which we call
this universe

My Lover dances
its Creation!

My Lover dances
life to Earth!

Step in quick determination!
Step in joyful harmony!

Twirl
and shake
and leap
in wonder!

All to honor dear Rahu!

-------------------Below is me singing the song------------------------------------