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“I Began Singing the Moment”

By George Wolfe


I began singing the moment
   creation breathed,

Whirling melodies

Set to the meters of heartbeats
   and quasars

Heard only when the ego sleeps.


I began singing before there
   was darkness,

While time still slumbered between
   the future and the past.

My drone is the first partial and
   the endless curve of space.



Sing with me.

Close your eyes and lips
   and follow my song

To its sacred source

Where sound and light dance

Beneath the golden rays of knowing,

Trying their best to awaken you
   from history’s dream.


This poem comes from Meditations on Mystery: Science, Paradox and Contemplative Spirituality, published by Dignity Press.