a call went out

oh great expanse
ever still and ever moving
stretching far, small as dust
hear my call
to be one with the silence
to be one with the shape
and the color
to be reminded of the size
of nothing and everything
holding tight to the infinity
giving up the finite
is an aim, is an aim
can the receiver tune me in
or am i the receiver
the sound or the silence
to be trapped by the mind is ludicrous
to be victimized by the mind, prejudice
forever capitalizing on my own fears
never to forgive my past
freedom, beauty, life
come from the mind that is unchained
unbent by the weight of time
and terror
hear my call, but where
where will the call be heard
in the mind that sent it out
the mind that picks it up
is such a mind disturbed by these thoughts
where does the time stop
the infinity begin, the silence begin
the action without movement, the journey without motion
the love without fear
if i sent out my own call
am i the only one to hear it
if i merely send it out
who but me can know to tune in
who is translating, translating
how to decipher the sounds
do i trust in my small receiver
or the Big Receiver
is it a ‘babblefish’ that I seek
or simple listening, hearing
—ponder east, circa 2005

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