Liliana Grossman, Brooklyn poet, born July 6, 1988.
The black pavement emanates the
heat of the summer.
It doesn’t flow, it doesn’t flow.
Hard to express.
Black pavement is hard,
Good for a car to ride on.
The road, the path to somewhere
Where is that somewhere?
The light has no words and
yet is the Word.
It helps things grow.
I am down on my knees praying
For a better way out,
And into the light I step
All is revealed in me by the
Light as it permeates my interiors.
I surrender all. I surrender all.
Who knows the way to the soul?
Can you hear the echoes?
A sound.
Meaning is a natural Way;
It is in everything with breath.
The Way is on the border between Light
and Darkness.
The dove comes as a sign of the
Holy Spirit which gives meaning.
Sacred melodies waft through
the air.
Frequencies both heard and
unheard but always felt.
Are you listening?
The meditator rests to the sounds of Solfeggio.
In the silence Sound was born.
Does it move you to another
state of being?
Your cells vibrate and react.