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all sounds my song
November 2009 
can't understand how you can't understand
Posted on May 23rd, 2009
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Shanti
Shanti
One track mind wondering
the songlines,
sifting between radio stations.
All the sounds filling my silence
fine tuning of the undertones that draw me in
and drown me in, the passing moods of humanity.
And once upon a dreamtime you weren't afraid to Love me,
just to let me love you back.
So I pretended it was like walt disney said,
and that I didn't know
your feet were bleeding,
and how you'd walked through broken glass to reach me.
The tears spring easy to my eyes,
feeling you in every one and thing I dare to feel
until I turn over and into my own self once again.
trying tactfully to find perspective
on exzactly what it is I can not say
or why.
The Lion of time yawns
her breath always at my shoulder
as I'm slipping through the whole world,
Loosing touch, my touch
growing old
chasing tales in the wind.
the songlines,
sifting between radio stations.
All the sounds filling my silence
fine tuning of the undertones that draw me in
and drown me in, the passing moods of humanity.
And once upon a dreamtime you weren't afraid to Love me,
just to let me love you back.
So I pretended it was like walt disney said,
and that I didn't know
your feet were bleeding,
and how you'd walked through broken glass to reach me.
The tears spring easy to my eyes,
feeling you in every one and thing I dare to feel
until I turn over and into my own self once again.
trying tactfully to find perspective
on exzactly what it is I can not say
or why.
The Lion of time yawns
her breath always at my shoulder
as I'm slipping through the whole world,
Loosing touch, my touch
growing old
chasing tales in the wind.
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what a very disturbing picture… very fitting for the poem and yet both so beautiful!
Beautifully disturbing might be exzactly how I'd describe my whole life! Yes the picture and Poem fit like puzzle pieces.
Wow. Intense and beautiful.
you are more beautiful than disturbing
Thanks for dropping by my friends.
Sometimes we need a little disturbance to wake us up to the beauty of new possibility.
“In its most profound sense, beauty may engender a salient experience of positive reflection about the meaning of one's own existence. ”
What I love about your work Shanti is that you throw back the curtains and open and I see your passion, your personal existence. Ironically the deeper, more personal you become the more you touch the universal and it becomes our existence, salient and sublime.
There is no beauty without disturbance. It should rattle your world like an earthquake, where nothing remains as it was before. Anything less is merely pretty.
Thanks Doug. I think Salience is my new favourite word.
Do you know of “The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock” ? This thread reminded me of it's question ” Do I dare Disturb the universe? “. The poem is so rich with meaning I can not follow the whole thing in one reading. It makes me dizzy with excitement.
I do now Shanti TY! Love the juxtaposition of polite existence with the existential truth of living!
I descended a stone staircase, the stone stairs worn from many feet, many years, candles lined the stone walls lighting the way down. At the bottom of the stairs was a huge wooden door covered with black leather and silver studs. The door knob was a very delicate clear glass flower, white light refracted through the impossibly delicate form. I was told to be careful but it's too late now, I'm through the door and my hand bleeds.