Friday, April 26, 2019
The Sounding Board––poem by Dorothy
The Sounding Board
Always I was searching for something,
but I did not know what it was.
Then it happened
and rapture
flooded my veins.
It was now too late
to be instructed
into protocols
and proprieties.
I had only
the teacher within,
guide who led me
breath by breath,
vibration by vibration,
until each pore
and corpuscle
became a vessel of bliss,
conveyor of ultimate feeling.
How could I pause
for instruction
on the correct manner of proceeding?
Until the texts told me
the right way to follow?
I was now
an instrument of the unknowable,
a sounding board
for God.
Dorothy Walters
April 25, 2010
