“If you want the truth, I’ll tell you the truth: Listen to the secret sound, the real sound, which is inside you.” -Kabir

Bird in flight

At the beginning of creation, many believe "a divine, all-encompassing consciousness took the form of the first and original vibration manifesting as the sound ‘OM’ "- A Holy name of God.

When we sing our sacred song, soul’s door naturally opens to awaken our happiness. Nature too, provides ample opportunity for us to enter into the presence of the Divine. If we offer a listening prayer we may experience a taste of God's eternal song.

Last May, I visited my mom at her home in Vermont. Each morning, I walked the winding hill from her house and back again to appreciate springs flowering. On one occasion, I heard the most exquisite bird song serenade.

Uncertain as to the origin of this enchanting overture, I wondered if it could really be a bird or perhaps was instead a human who whistled the tune. I noticed two cars parked by an entry into the woods. I surmised that most likely birdwatchers were the virtuosos of this sweet, sweet refrain.

Later that week, my friend Jean and I took a walk along the same country road and I told her about my experience.  We saw various native birds and listened to their songs of joy but we did not hear that otherworldly melody. This only confirmed my earlier suspicion that the tune I heard must have been a human; such was its mystery.  Still, the encounter left a lingering fragrance.

The morning I was to leave Vermont was poignant as I anticipated my mom's goodbye kiss.  I decided to walk the hill one last time before heading off. Walking along, I breathed in morning’s freshness and took in the quiet. That is when I heard that remarkable bird song again, so clear and so true; was this song of God’s abundant Love.

~liz Sorensen Wessel

polyprint watercolor by ~liz

Definition of OM from Wikepedia

5 responses to “Days 181-182 Our Sacred Song”

  1. candace nagle Avatar
    candace nagle

    As I read your post there was a robin “peeping” outside my window. I know who it is. She has been spending her days in my yard and brings her nearly adult offspring to feed on bread crusts while perched on the fence. Her baby is almost bigger than her but she still pokes the bread into its beak. “Peep, peep, peep.” She is my little angel friend.
    Your story, Liz, is beautiful. What a gift from spirit it must have been…never to be forgotten…an angel singing, took wing and flew into your heart.

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    candace nagle

    p.s. I could stand inside your painting and let it shower me with color and light…happily!

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  3. erie chapman Avatar
    erie chapman

    )already posted a comment which didn’t make it so I’ll try again.) “…a human who whistled the tune” is a terrific phrase, Liz. It causes me to believe that all of us are either whistling our tune or, sadly, mimicking the song of another, burying out own. Thank you for displaying your watercolor large and stunning all of us with your expression of Beauty.

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  4. Woody Wessel Avatar
    Woody Wessel

    We all travel down the road. Too few of us take the time to see, hear and sense Gods gifts all around us.

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  5. Maureen McDermott Avatar
    Maureen McDermott

    Oh, what a gift Liz.

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