Nothing can stay bound or be imprisoned.
You say, "End this poem here and
wait for what's next." I will. Poems
are rough notations for the music we are.
Philosophers have said that we love music
because it resembles the sphere-sounds
of union. We've been part of a harmony
before, so these moments of treble and
bass.....
Hearing the sound, we gather
strength. Love kindles with melody. Music
feeds a lover composure, and provides form
for the imagination.......
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Thus shall ye think of this fleeting world:
A star at dawn. a bubble in a stream.
A flash of lightning in a summer cloud.
A flickering lamp. a phantom of a dream.
A shadow in the day.
Blessed is he who meditates on the reality
Of his passing identity…
Rumi