רעמה -ă-măh

 
one day, a monk, sitting on a chair at a computer in an apartment
drops into his third stage trance
on his eyes he spots a simple cube rotating
he hums in resonance with the rotation until the cube stills
fading in are the hums of his correspondents
he splits his focus and monitors the resonance of the hum
separating the overtones of his conspirators
there are tens of thousands of seated monks maintaining the eternal Om
some at the lap of a computer
some on the knee of a tree
some in the ashes of a breeze
keeping the spirit ember glowing
the monk will stand up and become a different man
but for that moment they attend to the sound of life
the wave formed by the bows to a rising sun
and in the other moments when thoughts fog the window
are reminders of the great ever-humming family tree
the simplest presentation of the simplest idea
is just what you need to remember who you are

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