Meaning

Waited until I grew breasts, body hair and an unfettered heart:
Waited for the music to make meaning from sounds: arrange sound puffs vaporizing from the mouth into words; to assign things to all the words; point through the words to a world of meaning.
From meaning produce the sound of happiness,
wholeness,
love.
But too much meaning has frothed out of sound fountains. Now the question has become:
how to empty this heavy pool that cascades inside the stagnant silence of sealed windows.
For real meaning does not need the words, the names, assigning or waiting.
Real meaning is just there like the air one breathes without thinking:
regardless of the music, sounds, fountains and windows.