Sette Canti
Of all things wise, sacred, and true, among the tops of spiraling stars, beyond knowledge of me or you, are spirit songs, moving beyond heavy existence, for how can the soul enter the ether without first loosing its mooring among us? Truly, there songs are both rust and sail, breaking the anchors and calling in the upper winds to their hearts, to fly beyond the fixed stars. And man, with his delicate towers of perception, builds rickety lights to see, and bends his long neck capped with false ears to listen, forgetting, instead, that these songs are heard not in thought but in feeling. And many a man will mimic through sound what he thought he heard, but that voice is a cracked flute or a dusty mirror; and the reprduction is unfaithful. Only by weaving himself into Spirit and Nature are the songs within his heart.
Current Wings: Slightly let down, with full moon water dripping from their wingtips. Shades of blue
Current Wings: Slightly let down, with full moon water dripping from their wingtips. Shades of blue