we are all the centre of our own soundscape.
We try to attribute meaning
or name to each sound.
What is its relevance to me?
Often it is nothing at all.
These bells do not ring for me
this siren is not heading for me
these playing children
have no relation to me.
And yet the bells ring on
drawing me out of my
tight circle of reference points
of knowing into unknowing
drawing me out of my own small circle.
We meet and sometimes we
collide and clash
and yet we meet.
These bells call us
into presence
into a burgeoning
blossoming soundscape
full of wonder.
© 17 Feb 19
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