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Sound’s What Counts

in beautiful green Kerala

where the people sing like birds

—they make those

sounds I mean—

and the mantras there

like birdsong, no sense,

passed down generation to generation

as they’re

taught to the monks

with an impossible exactitude,

translation being in this case


so as to get into the air

here and in other places all over India

and the world

words of the god, the actual

sounds it is believed

a living entity let out and in an

instant made the world.

from LifeFind more by Elizabeth Arnold at the library

Copyright © Elizabeth Arnold
Used with the permission of Flood Editions.

Published in Elizabeth Arnold Poems

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