Hears and is heard

This music tends towards silence

Of the dawn before the mind rises

The breath rises and falls

Without any prompting

The feet have stopped wandering

After wanting to be everywhere

Here there is room for everyone who is lost

But has stopped searching for ways back

Let there be prayer without prayer

For the darkness to dissipate

This light has no direction or origin

No rising or setting or when or where

Here, the music hears and is heard.