I wake to sound.
The first sound.
The sound of all.
Sound, which woke the universe from its slumber.
Sound, that allowed the universe to realize it could hear; that revealed the internal and external, reflected in manifest polarities.
Before sound there is darkness. The darkness of sleeping man.
The deaf, mute, formless.
Man, unmanifest, to become with sound, manifest.
Where there is no sound one is void of hearing, and in silence one returns to unmanifest consciousness. To pure potentiality. Senseless, infinite, all and nothingness.
Upon sound, one becomes. One finds it has ears to hear, which in turn rouses sight from darkness.
In the beginning there was Sound.