Talking about invoking reality!

I was having a great conversation with a dear friend, Sarah Lipton, the other day and of course it covered the ground of speaking and singing, invoking and the flowers of emptiness which are truly abundant these days. Sarah was singing to me and bringing forth the world when we parted. Later that day a friend from Ireland sent her this poem. Some would say synchronicity others auspicious, some both and some neither but you are probably not reading this blog. Here's the poem and by whom I know not.


Crisis

Ancient traditions hold
that earth is sung into being,
each single thing
and there’s a naming.

So came sound
and before the word written
came remembrance
and its boundaries.

Remembrance needed repetition
so the singing could travel,
pass from one to the other
like sean-nós.

Yet each singer was unique
and each time
added something new
to the old and the true.

Without the singing of a country,
what is held is lost.
When that happens
it must be sung back,

grandparent to child,
child to grandchild.
Search now for the tuning fork
then listen, listen.

Search in the unnamed
and the sacred places.
Search quickly.

(sean-no's were the ancients poet singers and they are being reborn today in our young people)