The Power of Sound

It is ethereal; an echo

It sings and cleanses.

It is the herald of truth.

The herald of love.

The herald of beauty.

It sings to me and for me.

Without a form that I can see,

It touches, it caresses and I embrace it.

Close my eyes and let myself fall into it.

I feel myself adrift.

Falling and flying.

Spinning in perpetuity.

A moment of resistance.

I let go.

And my spirit entwines with its song.

Thank you to Ant, my sound therapist for helping to clear the fog. 


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