ORGANIC SOUNDSCAPE

Listening

Does the reader happen to know what it means to be in the midst of a space constructed by sounds? The sounds not as in forged and synthesized but sounds as in pure and organic. Sounds as in those which create the songs of evolution of life, preserved in the ancient virginity of places where you and I don’t usually go. I speak of the most organic art of all, preceding all art that we’ve forged till the day. I speak of truth and wisdom in the wilderness. I speak also of the organic silence which isn’t absolute as the concept would mean but pure as it actually exists. Venture my friend into this organic soundscape and breathe in the poetry of your coming into being and the lullaby that was meant to lull you into sleep. In this wilderness you shall discover your wild essential self. In this wilderness you shall know freedom.

The soft gurgling cadence of flowing water, trilling songs of a zillion birds around… cheep cheep cheep chirrrup chachachachacha chuk chuk chuk piyooo piyooo… the sweet whisper of breeze in the leaves, insects!!… suddenly a bird ventures too near chirps, and flutters away in panic… Did it perhaps leave a beautiful feather behind?… The stream must fall somewhere nearby… it has to be a waterfall that I hear… Isn’t that the whistle of a thrush?!… And what song bird could that be?!!…

Then the individual noises loose meaning as the symphony of the wilderness emerges as a single dimension… holding me, embracing me as it’s own! It is then that I know freedom and an inexpressible timeless truth…

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  1. Hey there! This is my first visit to your blog! We are a group of volunteers and starting a new project in a community in the same niche. Your blog provided us beneficial information to work on. You have done a outstanding job!

  2. I love giving you my whole hearted honest thoughts on each piece I read from you so why stop now….this could make me cry its so beautiful…I spend a good amount of time outside on my own and try to keep away from manmade interference if I can. Which is not always easy where I live for sure. I feel like I have just read a dream I have been dreaming for years and years…right here in your words… I am always one to encourage, show my appreciation for a well-written verse and love to lift a person’s spirits whenever possible this is true but right here right now all I want to do is read this again and again and sit with my mouth hanging open in a state of awe…….I tend to gush when something hits my straight in the heart like this has hahaa! but you do remember I warned you right? 🙂

    • Dear Maureen. It gives me great pleasure to see someone relating to my expression like this. I can only thank you for your honesty. I have great respect for honesty. If this can make you cry, I hope you do cry and with a smile. You words are uplifting as always. I hope your heart learns a new beat.

  3. I wonder Prashant how would you feel if ever I wanted to share your work on my blog? I only ask because I feel deeply that more lucky eyes should get to read you!

  4. Reblogged this on Sparkle and commented:
    How I choose to give thanks…sharing this blog I have just had the pleasure of finding will give me much Joy as it is this young man’s writing has brought me a wonderful collection of new things to read! Interesting, beautiful, loving, inspirational and truly the list goes on and on!! Digging into old posts on a fellow bloggers site is a new practice of mine and thank goodness for it! This poem brought happie tears to my eyes today so here you all have it! You all know how I love to share my happiness! I hope you all enjoy Prashant’s blog as much as I do! ❤ ❤ ❤

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