It’s acappella all of time

For we are all accapella

throughout all of our time.

Our bodies humming.

Our beings intoning.

Our organs and tissues,

our auras and emotions,

each singing for themselves.

These fields interspersed,

working a collaborative croon,

sonic beyond electrical,

beyond atomic,

muted by tissues in molecularity

and bones in solidity chords,

but still all contributing.

It is a holographic chorus.

There is no stage,

for there is no audience.

The musical is life.

Living is a current theme

with many melodic levels,

singular and yet simultaneously.

No one is asking for ears to hear,

just sing from where you relate.

Nothing could be overall

cacophonous or dissonant reported.

There are fields of harmony

with spheres, domains, and orders,

with precisions, affinities, and accords.

Acappella, is in actuality,

an audience term,

shared around the warmth of the fire

not realizing the source of the blaze

or extent of the burn.

No one is excused from participation,

no being, no cell, no matter.

Even antimatter pulsates and throbs.

For all of the best of acappella heard

is only an invitation to be as you are

in that that you is not separate

or alone in the greater causal chorale.

It is only our myriads of distinctions

that keep us from fuller octaves,

shared across forever.

Energetically,

it’s acappella all of time . . .