The first word rode in on a wave
the sound reverberates, recreates, and saves
the wave was strong and its centre pure
it sounds of aum and unity sure
the word it grew, it rippled through
it’s power pure yet open to slur
the wave of innocence without pretence
goes further without stopping yet never intense
it’s intentions from truth, it’s depths and youth
it washes clean, it’s current never seen
this wave still pushes, it’s caught us all
with nets hung deep to haul and maul
the word on a crest, it’s babble never rests
we laugh, and joke and jest at best
and yet the origin remains intact
we watch and wonder as it changes tracks
it alters form from time to time
and this is how we loose our rhyme
the trick you see is to understand
just what makes a man a man
we are but water, in us deep it moves
this word vibration, moving within the grooves
In the beginning there was a vibration