Dialogue with a Traveler
A Meditation
One word is spoken.
I hear many words,
Carrying many thoughts,
Mysteries of life,
Paradoxes of truth,
Contained within one word,
Direct knowing,
Knowing the oneness of life
Comes while listening,
Listening in the silence ...Excerpt from ‘In the Presence of the Word’, in The Star Cross, by Ira Progoff
In your meditation, Ira,
A mysterious Word lands
Like a bird in the nest
Of your occidental ear,
And you hear:
'Tremendum'.
You note the 'archaic' tone
Of the syllables
That form in your mind.
Old, Western phonemes
Dress the primal Sound
With the sounds
Of your heritage.
Sounds are evidence
Of the Voice making them
Notes borne on breath,
Articulated by fingers,
Flow from a flute,
And announce the Musician.
Instruments express the Music
In the tones their forms permit.
'Tremendum'.
Archaic in its linguistic root,
But well suited
To bring form from void
through shape and meter:
Tre – MEN – dum
It marches,
Paced to living heartbeats
stitching the timeless to time,
step by step,
in the dark, embracing silence.
Silence sings
In the dense forest.
Layers of life above;
Strata of past years below.
Sheltering canopy
mirrors supporting roots.
Colonnades of timber
Anchor Earth to Sky.
Mycelial fibers,
Knit a living web —
Animated matter,
Intimately knowing
The unity of Being.