The soul sounds mournful, silent words of grief,
as if to play a tune upon life's heart,
and in the doing bring to birth it's saddened song,
and dance upon the dark and shadowed path.
The ear can turn to find the source of brittle hope,
and listen for the moment it reveals,
that sorrow has its own belaboured notes,
and music is the blood of Self and endless spheres.
It is the dance of atoms,worlds of waves profound,
that brings such lyrical vibrations to our minds,
and taps upon the the tiny drum within;
releasing sumptuous voice as joy inspired.
as if to play a tune upon life's heart,
and in the doing bring to birth it's saddened song,
and dance upon the dark and shadowed path.
The ear can turn to find the source of brittle hope,
and listen for the moment it reveals,
that sorrow has its own belaboured notes,
and music is the blood of Self and endless spheres.
It is the dance of atoms,worlds of waves profound,
that brings such lyrical vibrations to our minds,
and taps upon the the tiny drum within;
releasing sumptuous voice as joy inspired.
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