179: Once when traveling i met a group of people leaning all in the same direction to hear a sound...

Once when traveling i met a group of people leaning all in the same direction to hear a sound

It was a faint sound

to begin with and you had to lean towards it delicately to hear this sound

But as time went on the sound

slowly grew louder But was always soft enough so as to make you lean towards the sound

for fear you would lose the hearing of the sound

if you righted yourself And as the sound

grew you could tell it wasn’t a single sound

but a layering of sounds

a cooperation of sounds

fitting together in such a way to create a union so close it seemed to only be one sound

And this sound

which was a union of sounds

was not a stagnant sound

but a sound

which lived a sound

that gave birth and lived and passed and resurrected itself and it was a beautiful sound

and dissonant sound

and an angry sound

and a vengeful sound

and a forgiving sound

it was an all-the-adjectives-rolled-together-in-union-and-into-one sound

and it was a sound

worth hearing and so i stayed awhile and listened to this sound

until i had listened to the sound

for so long that the sound

gave birth to itself in my insides and there the sound

lived inside me and then i stopped leaning towards the sound

and straightened myself and I left and in all the time i was there no one listening to the sound ever made a sound

of their own

once when traveling i met a group of people leaning all in the same direction to hear a sound

and i told them they could make that sound

themselves when you’ve listened to the sound

enough to always hear the sound

within you come find me and together we’ll make the sound



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