Within My Silent Soul

I listened to the singing of the wind

And thought it first a chant-like melody,

A woman's voice it grew, so filled with love

I stood transfixed and let it enter me.

It sang a secret not to be divulged

To the unlistening conceit of man,

It turned a hum that passed into the night

Through frozen windows of the mind it ran.

Again it changed, a drone of destiny

As in some lamp-lit temple in Tibet,

Overtones that built on overtones.

I caught the rhythm, knew the tune and yet

Descending to the valleys of the world

It passed the Gods above the mountain snows.

Earth's song I heard, transformed by heaven's touch,

And AUM within my silent soul arose.