HANG DRUM MEDITATION

the blue rose will not bloom this Spring

Moon, eclipsed by slight of Mind...
yet, again...the pale orb rises above the forest;
and, again, is covered, red, weighed and sinking,
back into the dark horizon....
i have seen, a million times,
the radish, even the bloodless turnip,
make the rounds within Mind,
mimicking the glowing spherical,
drawing my essence into the void of Space......
from grief and abandonment, spring the greatest loss,
inward seeking sorrow, and lonely heart.




JS Bach Cantatas - Volume II - Trauerode by American Bach Soloists