Honeyed Music

Rain pours out a steady viscous niggun, slow wordless song flowing from heaven to earth. This honeyed music wakes me through the darkness of early morning. With gratitude I thank the ONE for another day of living. Entering internal silence to meditate, the melody of the world drenches my soul, quenches longing for other than. A temporary arrangement I understand; yet for a few brief breaths it is evident that this sweet lilting tune is me. I am the song, the “I” in unIverse, and therefore not me or I at all... just pure honeyed awareness. Then I remember Chanukah begins tonight, and thoughts pour back into my syrupy head, dark silence glows amber with that spark and I feel the cushion beneath me and I am me and my family like generations before us will light the first candle tonight and I see the thinking, the stories, the... and gently return to breath. Later will happen later, now I enjoy the cold air on my face, dreaming, waking, dreaming, waking; the music plays on, the sky brightens to a muted nickel-violet-blue.