Can You Hear the Reed Song?

Again, another dose of cool, sweet reality from Upside-Down Zen:

The true meaning of "conversion" is not a sudden swerve in your life that utterly changes its direction forever, thank God, but a lifelong turning and attuning of your life to the glimpses through that door, the music from that room.

Rumi says: 

All day and night, music,a quiet, brightreed song. If itfades, we fade.

Tuning our lives to that most quiet and bright, most dark and passionately roaring ground note of our being, demands a very acute listening. A listening that can catch the reed song even in the midst of the most noisy, messy assaults of the ordinary world.

What I have trouble with is hearing that reed song while my baby's crying, the evening after a bad day at work, or in the midst of this flashy, always connected land of a thousand flat screens. I hear it in the mountains. I hear it while I meditate. I hear it while I exercise (and for a little while afterward).

I want to hear it in the anger of another man's voice. I want to hear it grumbling of an engine spewing thick and choking exhaust. I want to hear it in the ills of mankind and dance to its tune playfully and creatively for the rest of my days. It's a fine and attainable dream. What do you think? Can you hear the reed song?

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