Sunday, August 7, 2022

The Mystic

 

The Sunday Muse #222


Singer & Songwriter Michal Elia Kamal 

The strings of a bohemian heart

Rhymes, 

Through the fingers.

There is no tomorrow in the tunes

There is only 

Today and self, to feel

Life floating on wings of musical chimes.

The yearning,  

For freedom transcends

In the tranced existence of a rhythm. 

As the seven ragas 

Swirl in the veins,

A Sufi is born; free, alone, and formless!




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5 comments:

  1. Wow your words pulse through this poem. Nice one!!!

    Much💖love

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  2. This is one of your finest poems Sunita! Truly glorious!

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  3. A great poem Sunita, I've now discovered what sufi music is!

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  4. I love how you used 'seven' in this lovely poem ... completeness yes.

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  5. I like how mystic is born here by climbing inside of the music. Nicely done, Sunita!

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