The Legend Of The Moon’s Reflection

THE LEGEND OF THE MOON’S REFLECTION

Deep in the Northern mountains’ silence
Once long ago
Far from the lands of men there lived a Prince
Cold as snow
All day long he would wander
Like a man possessed
As he went he would ponder
His life’s helplessness

Why it was that what he loved the most grew old and died
Why he found no place of rest however hard he tried
And he threw himself upon the mountainside
And knew himself to be alone and bitterly began to cry

And in his misery he saw
As if in a dream
That where his tears fell to the ground
There sprang forth a stream
And the stream fed a river
That flowed glad and free
From the hills to the lowlands
And so reached the sea

River and seawater
Flowing down together
Though the river ends
The sea lives on forever

And by means of this vision
The Prince was set free
And in his dying moments
At last he could see

Why it is that what we love the most must disappear
Where that place of rest is that is always free from fear
And he flowed into the river with his tears
And knew himself to be the sea without a knower or a seer

And if you gaze far out to sea at night
So they say
Sometimes you’ ll see his face shine in the moon
Far away
And the river still flows
From the hills to the plain
And the sea feeds the river
With drops from the rain

River and seawater
Flowing down together
Though the river ends
The sea lives on forever …

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 28, 2011, in Songs, Writing and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 20 Comments.

  1. wow this was most beautiful Ben.
    “And in his misery he saw
    As if in a dream
    That where his tears fell to the ground
    There sprang forth a stream
    And the stream fed a river
    That flowed glad and free
    From the hills to the lowlands
    And so reached the sea”

    I love the image of the grand canyon being created through his resignation and tears.

    I love it very much.

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  2. Lovely legend, Ben. I like the way he disappears and melds with the water…

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  3. very cool poem… story. Love the rhythm….repetition…. you cleverly created. It could be a song… is it? Either way… I enjoyed this. Thanks.

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  4. Lovely melodic flow, beautifully written. I wish I had your ability! ๐Ÿ™‚

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  5. Nice poem Ben. Because the sea lives forever is the reason I want to be a big fish in my next life.

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  6. Your unceasingly brilliant imagination always captivates me as I read. This is no exception. It is a beautiful story that draws me in and makes me smile. I love reading this kind of work

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  7. “Why it was that what he loved the most grew old and died
    Why he found no place of rest however hard he tried
    And he threw himself upon the mountainside
    And knew himself to be alone and bitterly began to cry”

    Hopefully this man realizes his pain he puts himself through, for not perhaps. (just a thought)

    And in his misery he saw
    As if in a dream
    That where his tears fell to the ground
    There sprang forth a stream
    And the stream fed a river
    That flowed glad and free
    From the hills to the lowlands
    And so reached the sea”

    I love this begining to an end of darkness, a stream, feeding a river, feeding a sea…

    The endless possibilities of not yet answered. emotions of hope and dreams.

    I love it Ben.

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  8. Wow! This flows on through the sound of an instrument playing alive. The lyrics are words of Zen clapping. I feel the music. The natural rhythm. It touches with the tenderness of a soothing guitar. You catch the depth of life throughout the verses. I love how you use magic with the language. It is alive with energy of the spirit and the bliss of music in the soul of the song. Did I mention I love this piece of art. ๐Ÿ™‚

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    • I have a recording of us performing this. I have e-mailed you a copy, Not a great recording, I’m afraid, but then it’s from an old tape cassette nearly 40 years old. Still I think you may be able to get some sense of how it sounded at the time.

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      • Sounds good for something recorded on our almost non-digital age. What did we do without digital? Now we are streaming and screaming, “I LOVE STREAMING!!!” I just had a touch of my medical weed. It is sorting me out perfectly well. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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      • Sounds great for something recorded on our almost non-digital age. What did we do without digital? Now we are streaming and screaming, “I LOVE STREAMING!!!” I just had a touch of my medical weed. It is sorting me out perfectly well. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  9. Apologize for for the repeat. It seems my WP send reply is acting up. It appears not to be sending but it continues to go through the motions. It is not the weed. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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    • “Apologize for for the repeat.” ???!!! “It is not the weed.”

      Yeah, right. ๐Ÿ˜›

      Hopefully WP will get its ass together again soon. Meanwhile it seems the hiccup is best overcome by reloading the page rather than reposting. (As you can see I’ve encountered the same difficulty. Soldier on and enjoy your toke. ๐Ÿ™‚ )

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