I hear a beginners song, so quiet, so true, so very determined to love my precious life. This song is like the first croaking of the spring frogs as they climb out of the mud to declare themselves present again in this muddy, messy bog.
I hear a beginners song, sad and determined as it turns the page, not yet sure of what, where or how, determined to create something out of the mud. A simple croak of declaration. I am here. I can’t stay asleep. I know not anything else but the sound of my own voice.
I hear a beginners song, so loud that it will NOT let me sleep, agitating, shaking, the Divine sound of death and rebirth.
I hear a beginners song yet I am exhausted still by the journey here and the ending. The song, it brings me hope and springs forth from that very ending.
I hear a beginners song, patient and true, spirited and kind: “Something will happen.”
Absolutely nothing occurring is impossible.
Absolute nothingness is where the creation will begin.
I hear a beginners song, singing forth from the space. Let the particles remain chaotic and strewn. The space holds far greater potential for creation, inspiration and love.
I hear a beginners song, dancing out from the space between us.
Bainbridge Island, March 22, 2023 Salt Water Writing
