Heartsong

“Those who were seen dancing were thought quite insane by those who couldn’t hear the music”

– Friedrich Nietzsche

The first time I heard heartsong clearly, I had been soaking for hours in a hot spring high above Steven’s Pass, and basking in the waning glow of my first acid trip.

It was late at night. The slivered moon was westering towards the horizon, breathing a misty kiss onto the blueing mountains. Somewhere above me, people in another pool were laughing quietly into deeper intimacies. Dripping water gently trickle tickled lightly giggling melodies from the surrounding rocks. Wind whispered magic spells through the trees. Far below, a Burlington Northern train thrummed through a tunnel, suffusing the valley with a gentle bass drone like a didgeridoo for all the world.

Then suddenly the world shifted like a 3D magic puzzle for my ears. And something quite different emerged out of all the shimmering sounds. Like an Indian Raga, or hymn. Or an Om sung by a choir of hundreds. Sailing above it all, one single high voice, carrying a sweet truth of mourning and joy.

I asked aloud, “What is this?’” A voice that wasn’t a sound but more felt, like pure compassion, answered, “This is the sound of your heart.” “That can’t be,” I said, “This is impossible. It’s too beautiful.”

“You’re right,” came the reply, “It is too beautiful. But it is possible. It is true. This is the music your heart makes. Listen to it all the rest of your days, and be happy.”

Thank you for listening. For hearing. Thank you for dancing, and for not stopping, even when maybe some think you crazy. And thank you for singing the song of your self over and over, so that those who are listening may follow it into Love.

I first published “Heartsong” in the comment thread of one of Nikki Walton’s videos. If you’d like a pure hit of trans-religious non-dual Love, definitely check out her YT channel and podcasts via Apple, Spotify, etc. She’s the real deal.