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| Toolika Rani |
Notes Original
Why do you want
To listen to the sounds
Of the outside world?
There is music enough
Fiercely Coursing
through your nerves.
No, no you need not mimic
The cackle of birds, or
The rattle of hulls on the shrieking seas,
Neither the susurration of the breeze
Not the humming discourse of the bees
You know, rather what you really need?
To delve in the heart of the sleeping seed
Seep in the soil and quietly peep
And put your ears to the throbbing pulse
That deftly expands its tiny world
On some unspoken, unheard command.
The rhythm of life that unfolds itself
On the pulled strings of a huge instrument
Is different for you, and different for your friend.
So, lets just dance
To the song of your heart
So what it if feels a little awkward?
I hear you say, “What of the audience?”
Oh, my love, fling worry to the fence!
The discerning are forever enthralled
By the notes original.
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A Solo Performance
No, it is not going to be a chorus
For once, you got to stand alone
And sing to the world
The music of your soul
Your voice aloud, unmingled words,
On a rhythm you own
Your chosen verbs
The tunes emanating from your core
Your navel forming your singing bowl,
Render it high, and hurl to the moon
The deepest desires that made you swoon
And let them descend on the listening hearts
As sparkles from the heaven to earth.
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The Sweetest Music
The sweetest music I have ever heard
Is the pulsating beat of my mother's heart
And the crackling laughter of a joyful child
With a merry clapping of two tiny palms
In the excited hour of the impending dawn
The twitter-tatter of the chirping birds
Arising from a source unknown
The stirring notes of a cuckoo's call
The gurgle of water in a river's form
Gushing with force to her lover's home
A wind whooping in a forest calm
The sensuous quivering of the leaves of a palm
A dance to the tune of the sylvan song
A soothing melody dripping from the lips
For the rosy lady of the besotted man
In the silence of the soul, in the depths of our own
Energizing vibration of an eternal Ohm
Over the succulent petals of life
The constant humming suckle of a drone.
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