Stone Poem


Cinematic eyes roll back in tha socket,

Omniscientific carnival dreams ooze
Sweet like honey from the comb of solace

Neoglyphs flow sagas of travelling souls
Initiating the trade of keys to teh gate

Where faithfull people push themselfs to the edge
And learn from falling,

Making warriors of the wounded who step
From pain to the altar of paradiese within.

A majestic mania of song ascends
The grove explodes the infinite panorama

NADA BRHAMA



( Quelle: http://www.mannafest.net/2001a/culture_stone.html)

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Nada Brahma


When there is nothing left the senses but sound
Even the silence between us will make that sound.
Each breath we take reverberates past our ears
And fills the empty space with cascades of sound.
There is no quiet place that we can keep closed
To keep the soul from hearing our silent sound.
Like circles in water nearing unknown shores,
our reach extends out from the center of sound.
We are but echoes of distant faded chimes;
You and I can only imagine the sound.

( A Ghazal, Permalink)

05.07.06 von nurnochnpost · Kommentieren · Like · Teilen ·

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