Music and Spirit
. . . the music and writings of Carla J. Giomo
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Play no music but the soul's,
that friend who sometimes takes a form like Joseph,
a handsomeness that tears coverings,
beauty that says secrets and gets bewildered.
As dogs lap blood, we drink life.
This is how we are with love's melody,
a taste of springwater, birdsound near.
Rumi: The Big Red Book,
translated by Coleman Barks)
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