Reed Song:
Listen to the story told by the reed
of being separated.
Since I was cut from the reed bed
I have made this
crying sound. Anyone
separated from someone he loves
understands what I say.
Anyone pulled
from a source
longs to go back.
At any gathering I am there,
mingling in the laughing
and the grieving, a friend
to each.
But few will hear the secrets
hidden with the notes.
No ears for that
Body flowing
out of Spirit.
Spirit flowing
from body.
No concealing that mixing,
But it's not given us
to see the soul.
The reed flute is fire, not wind
Be that empty.
Hear the love fire tangled in the notes
as bewilderment melts into wine.
The reed is a friend to all
who want the fabric torn
and drawn away.
The reed is hurt and salve combining
Intimacy
and longing for intimacy,one song
A disasterous surrender
and a fine love, together.
Music and Words (click on image below)
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