THE TOWERING SONGS
at certain times if we're graced
with a small favor from the Gods
these words we stammer whether
joy or pain love or awe catch
just the momentary aching gust
of one of Their own pure outcries
it's then we breathe a vaster being
we're raised for this soaring instant
above our tragic deafness lifted
to that sphere where all is singing!
music so rare so piercingly sweet
we can hardly bear it but we do
***
Where does the most soul-piercing music come from? It's not a human invention. We're born to be antennae for signals from a higher, wiser, purer world. And when, even in spite of our smaller selves, such Heavenly Music does break through our earthbound consciousness, for this timeless instant we're lifted out of our animal mortality, into that vaster eternal sphere where all is One.
MUSIC OF THE SPHERES
images are useless at showing the invisible
words pointless for saying what's not here
but they're all I have so they'll have to do
without seeing emptiness hearing silence
we go crazy things and noises eat us alive
the inner lifeline to our Holy Source is cut
there's a Melody surpassing every sound
a Radiance too intense for incarnate eyes
a Meaning beyond the senses or the mind
Bach comes closest Glenn Gould serenely
nails it playing The Well-Tempered Klavier
note after note probes deeper into Mystery
yet not all the way never to that shudder
of Boundlessness like visions and poems
they lead us to the brink inspire us to leap
***
Music Of The Spheres
The music of Bach has long inspired me, and none more so than the First Prelude of The Well-tempered Klavier. So I suppose it was inevitable I would try to evoke that "Heavenly Music" in both poetry and art. First came the poem, then the drawing. Then I lugged my boom box to a local poetry open mic, where I recited my poem, to Glenn Gould's playing that Prelude--while also exhibiting my drawing! It was a marvelous multimedia trip, and one of the most fulfilling experiences of my creative and spiritual life.
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