Concerning Love and Art
Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2004 11:04 pm
The wind carries it in its belly
Whispering softly and compelling
A lyre of harmonious rhythm
I hear the musician and I dance with him
A ripple, a wave and then it stands still
The music subsides against my will
The harder I listen, the softer the word
I search empty faces of those who've not heard
Tears of love for their sadness and pain
Fall to my pillow as I join them again
The moon rises in my desolate garden
A relentless mirror of Truth to see my heart in
Who planted these weeds and called them flowers?
For believing this lie I've wasted my hours
Feeding and loving these knotted vines of science
They grew into a prison demanding compliance
The harder I struggle to cut myself free
The stronger they grow in their bondage of me
Tears of hate for their cruelty and malice
Fill my cup and I drink from the chalice
I've become a stranger in this fair land
For the wind has returned and taken my hand
My heart aches, for those still inside of the chism
Would rather I stay there in bondage with them
Although an illusion, this garden is cunning
For at least it is known, it is safe and it's numbing
In Truth, without deceit, certain and most veritable
I genuflect at the foot of the Sun, be it charitable
Though my eyes can see only that below
My soul can feel what my eyes can't know
Surrender your name
To the eternal flame
Surrender your mind
And enter blind
Sweet soul caresses, the wind undresses
The ancient sound and it whispers profound
Blood coursing up and down
The serpent spine and crown
My voice, once strong, here sounds so feeble to me
I need a friend in this uncharted sea.
Another poem by "koan"
Whispering softly and compelling
A lyre of harmonious rhythm
I hear the musician and I dance with him
A ripple, a wave and then it stands still
The music subsides against my will
The harder I listen, the softer the word
I search empty faces of those who've not heard
Tears of love for their sadness and pain
Fall to my pillow as I join them again
The moon rises in my desolate garden
A relentless mirror of Truth to see my heart in
Who planted these weeds and called them flowers?
For believing this lie I've wasted my hours
Feeding and loving these knotted vines of science
They grew into a prison demanding compliance
The harder I struggle to cut myself free
The stronger they grow in their bondage of me
Tears of hate for their cruelty and malice
Fill my cup and I drink from the chalice
I've become a stranger in this fair land
For the wind has returned and taken my hand
My heart aches, for those still inside of the chism
Would rather I stay there in bondage with them
Although an illusion, this garden is cunning
For at least it is known, it is safe and it's numbing
In Truth, without deceit, certain and most veritable
I genuflect at the foot of the Sun, be it charitable
Though my eyes can see only that below
My soul can feel what my eyes can't know
Surrender your name
To the eternal flame
Surrender your mind
And enter blind
Sweet soul caresses, the wind undresses
The ancient sound and it whispers profound
Blood coursing up and down
The serpent spine and crown
My voice, once strong, here sounds so feeble to me
I need a friend in this uncharted sea.
Another poem by "koan"