Music for the End

Apr 17

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“And with endings”

(Which always beget beginnings,)

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MUSIC FOR THE END

I shall not go into tomorrow
( though I may dream there).

These poems poised to begin again.
Our music, the only thing to give us birth.
What the endless aeons of starlight have waited for.

At this river’s edge – the taste of tears and flowers.
I shall dream tonight the distance –
Roaring waterfalls in Yolmo,
And the pearl liquid silent waters:
Loch Craignish after rain.

Do what we may, it will never be enough.
We paint the day and start again.
The gods have cursed us with their beautiful weaknesses.
With poetry that will not stay,
With friends and with loves
And with endings.

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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 April 17, 2017, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. belasbrightideas | April 17, 2017 at 5:19 pm

    Lovely write, though I don’t consider myself cursed, far from it. I consider myself enormously blessed to witness the beauty of this realm. I am only sad at the foolishness of human beings, ignorant of this amazing opportunity. Aloha.

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  2. Sue Dreamwalker | April 17, 2017 at 6:45 pm

    Wonderful words Ben.. SO apt right now.. may we remember the power of NOW as we begin our own New Days..
    Love and Blessings.. ❤

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