WHITE NOISE
The wind, thro' the forest, blowing;
'tis a stable,restful sound,
the sound of myriad frequencies, blended.
No tone, dominant above the others,
but all together unite into sonic purity;
a purity, reminiscent of that
of fresh, driven snow -
White -
White as when the sevenfold hue
of the rainbow spectrum are complemented,
complemented into whiteness of unified light -
'tis also why soapsuds, riding upon-
e'en upon soiled swirling waters,
look so pure, so innocent in whiteness.
Take one bubble and see,
within its filmy surface,
the same sevenfold, spectral hue -
Place it back and there, becomes it, white,
white in unified, cohesive community.
What a lesson, 'tis this for humanity,
that Nature, the child of creative, Divine Hand,
does present to us if we, but listen, observe -
In the beginning, there was Light -pure, white.
From it, were molded the seven frequencies, so beauteous,
that arch o'er every storm, every tempest,
that bedevils mankind in his self-driven quest
to lord, to exploit, to dominate -
only to create dissonance, disharmony,
destruction and needless death.
Take time, in the forest, where all of nature's offspring,
together sing in ecoharmony to pure-blended white noise,
from which each, within her realm, a tone, extracts,
to mold each it's own unique song;
and thus see how if only mankind would likewise do -
such that the cacophony of conflict, usurped lordship,
may then perhaps become as the whiteness of mutual cooperation,
rather than the sore redness of cruelty, of exploitation -
Stop, be still - take time...
The wind, thro' the forest, blowing;
'tis a stable,restful sound,
the sound of myriad frequencies, blended.
No tone, dominant above the others,
but all together unite into sonic purity;
a purity, reminiscent of that
of fresh, driven snow -
White -
White as when the sevenfold hue
of the rainbow spectrum are complemented,
complemented into whiteness of unified light -
'tis also why soapsuds, riding upon-
e'en upon soiled swirling waters,
look so pure, so innocent in whiteness.
Take one bubble and see,
within its filmy surface,
the same sevenfold, spectral hue -
Place it back and there, becomes it, white,
white in unified, cohesive community.
What a lesson, 'tis this for humanity,
that Nature, the child of creative, Divine Hand,
does present to us if we, but listen, observe -
In the beginning, there was Light -pure, white.
From it, were molded the seven frequencies, so beauteous,
that arch o'er every storm, every tempest,
that bedevils mankind in his self-driven quest
to lord, to exploit, to dominate -
only to create dissonance, disharmony,
destruction and needless death.
Take time, in the forest, where all of nature's offspring,
together sing in ecoharmony to pure-blended white noise,
from which each, within her realm, a tone, extracts,
to mold each it's own unique song;
and thus see how if only mankind would likewise do -
such that the cacophony of conflict, usurped lordship,
may then perhaps become as the whiteness of mutual cooperation,
rather than the sore redness of cruelty, of exploitation -
Stop, be still - take time...
