We live in an ancient riverbed. The path of the river has been diverted, but underground it is still flowing in an aquifer from the mountains behind us.
It cut the mighty bank, and swept along the mountain face, leaving behind sand everywhere beneath our feet. Impediments become sediments. The leavings of a stoney past, itself flowing like a river, snaking its way. Its energy is still present.
There are great tracts of sand in the world today. And it is a known phenomenon of great mountains of sand that they sing. Although the sensation can be likened to the sound of an airplane, or sounding like a didjeridoo, it is unlike anything else we know. This was known to Marco Polo, and other explorers in written history. Described as a whistle, or a boom, or a prolonged hum, the sound seems to be coming from everywhere at once.
Rather than trying to explain, in scientific terms, perhaps we could ask,
“Why do we hear these songs…?”
Perhaps there is a message at our feet that we can attune to, always present, yet here and gone like moonlight in our hands.
Standing in our field, on the river of sand, we sing, and it sings back.
When our hearts are open, we feel it, with a knowing that transcends.
Be still, and listen.
It is time.
Below is a video of the phenomenon.
