Silk Thread

oftentimes
when i meditate,
a thread of high-pitched sound,
an eternal vibration that resides
deep inside my brain,
overcomes my thoughts,
eradicating the white noise of passing
cars, crows, and wind-
a primal whisper of hunger and anxious love.

psychologists say
the buzz insided my skull
is the squeal of my nervous system
a silk thread that stretches
back to the liquid night before my birth.

but as i transcend the universe,
i know the single-string song has a far
greater meaning.

every day
like a spider in the corner of a room,
i spin a web of love
and with the same sacred material
try to snare the only creature
that can bring meaning to my life.