I have always wondered about the idea of naming someone at birth. How did my name come to be associated so much with music? Did they know that I would react to music like that? Did they know that the only place I could dare sing is the bathroom?   
In any case in this month’s Haiku Dialogue Deborah Karl-Brandt challenged us to think about how we reacted to music, maybe in childhood, maybe not. I could only think of my singing bowl, how it leads me from the present into a tunnel towards some surrealistic light. Have you ever tried it? I would try to sing my om to accompany the tune. Thank you Deborah, for selected my poem for the long list!

learning meditation
the length of
my singing bowl
tone

PS: sangīt means music in Sanskrit and several Indian languages.