Where there was love

Personal Deliberations

Friday, October 28, 2005

Fini at 9:18 AM

JT AKIN

Sound. What is sound and what is its name. Where can it be found and where was it created. These are strange things to think of on a Friday morning. The sound. Any sound. It is as if the entire universe was made from a sound. But if there is sound and if it is to be found where do I go to find it. Where do I go to seek it. Where can I go to know its name and its challenge and its timing.

 When I was a child there was sound. It was not the kind of things one talks about. We speak more of memories and we speak of people we knew and we speak of conversations but we don't speak of sounds. Well, sometimes we do as we grow older and our memory improves but sound is still a mystery. Why was it made? Would it not be better if there were only drifting memories and images in our minds? Then again sound has a name but it is a secret one. I searched for its source and looked high and low and said "If sound has a name speak up..." Of course there was the sound of laughter....not. I tried to hear sound and I tried to hear its source and I tried to find its name. But it did not exist in a way I could name. I could not carry it to another nor could I find a way to capture it but it would not let itself be taken.

 So I said "If there is sound then there must be a way to hold it." And I went out and I spoke and I tried to capture the meaning in the sound and tried to carry it so it would mean something. And there was only sound. And it could not be captured but I learned there could be warmth in it. And it could carry meaning and it could speak of images. And those images went into the hearts of those I loved. And it carried into their thoughts and minds and spirits. And they said "What is that sound?" And they listened and they perked their ears and opened their minds and they waited for sound.

 I wish I could tell you it was an easy journey for I learned there was sound. And I learned there was a name for it. And I learned it could be captured and carried forward to another and another and another. But it was love. And it was love. And it was love.

 And yet there were those who did not know its name and could not name its sound and they said to me "What is sound..." And I looked at them and I smiled and I said "It is love".

 And they looked at me in amazement and they said "I don't know if I understand. But what is its name?"

 And I looked at them and I saw children and I realized they heard the sound and they knew its name and they knew its course and its ways. And I studied their joy and their happiness and their simplicity. And I said to them "Do you hear that sound?" It was the sound of a bird and it was the sound of a frog and it was the sound of laughter.

 And I realized I had searched for its name and I had searched for its ways and searched for its course. And I had listened to its name and I had listened to its song. And I heard it speak. And it was love.