when you sit in silence.
the ring of a phone may sound like a roar
still the voice on the machine is sweet nothing more
you hear angel wings flutter near your ears somewhere
the caller is a friend who knows you’ve called Spirit there
be aware the day is different when you pause to meditate
brain energy is transformed even if you don’t levitate
you’ll hear at the heart of it All a holy hum
still you know a trash truck could come

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