The Sound of a Harp

 

 

Those were tears of joy

 

and hurt

 

and deception

and amazement

 

 

I could not stand in the world of mirrors

 

I need to look inside

 

Because in this world I don’t belong

 

Those are no longer tears of joy

 

Nor wonder

 

 

That is not an easy job.

To be a receptor of humanity

Feet on the ground

 

Silent mystery

 

 

Not an easy job,

 

Transmutate emotions

 

Giving the other cheek

 

Praying for it to go away

 

 

There is beauty in the mystery.

But this is not a garden of loving flowers

Such a poisonous harvest

 

There are butterflies and trees

 

The garden of cut wings

 

 

Patient seed 

 

For a free butterfly

 

I don’t need wings

I can look in

As my metamorphic bubble in the tree

 

It does not matter how long it takes

 

 

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The waiter that runs in the river of infinity

I see them flying around on the reflection of water

 

I look up and nothing I see I close my eyes and it feels warm and clear

 

 

 

The song of a harp I hear

 

I follow it I listen to the common tongue I see colors

The modulate duality

The dance of spirit

Just like a river, I see

No need to smile in this shinning body

Just the sound of a harp

 

 

 07/24/2025