the flute
the poet is
like a flute
shaping the breath
into a melody
true poet
shapes his life
into a breath
of the divine. . .
hollow from self
touched by intuition
life breath becomes a tune
in the symphony of being
when you read/hear a poem
and it touches your heart
it is because
you yourself
are the endless
poem
of life
and
the flute
inert in the flutist hands
cooled by the passing breath
caressed by the loving fingers
cares not
for the sound
produced
the poet is
like a flute
shaping the breath
into a melody
true poet
shapes his life
into a breath
of the divine. . .
hollow from self
touched by intuition
life breath becomes a tune
in the symphony of being
when you read/hear a poem
and it touches your heart
it is because
you yourself
are the endless
poem
of life
and
the flute
inert in the flutist hands
cooled by the passing breath
caressed by the loving fingers
cares not
for the sound
produced
Art Kultur Tava
the afterlife
today is
yesterday's tomorrow,
and this is
the only afterlife
i know.
we chose
heaven and hell
and all
in between
with each
and every
breath.
surrendering to grace
instantly
burns all karma
to ashes;
god's infinite mercy
manifests
in a blink
of an eyelid.
so die right now
ya yosy!
and thus
live
forever.
the afterlife
today is
yesterday's tomorrow,
and this is
the only afterlife
i know.
we chose
heaven and hell
and all
in between
with each
and every
breath.
surrendering to grace
instantly
burns all karma
to ashes;
god's infinite mercy
manifests
in a blink
of an eyelid.
so die right now
ya yosy!
and thus
live
forever.
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