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A Violins Dream
By Moishe Ben-shir
6/3/2005
Rippling ivory, mercury streams,
Brass tone echoes the call of my spirit.
Horses mane shivers drenched in solid
sap resin,
the heart of an ancient Tree shouts
perfection into my Dreams.
Beaten, battered, shown no care or
loving hand,
The instrument pierces me with its
purest sound.
We are kin, it and I, no less possessed
of a soul,
Together we experience Vision,
a Night where Music breaks the Tyranny
of doubt and self immolation to become Freedom in the Universe
The perfect expression of a Soul in
Unity with all others…
….until Primal Oneness occurs.
It screams “TAKE A CHANCE!” on a beauty
of peace.
Where all sins fall away, where Hearts
open to BE
weather no scorn, in doing so feeling
rhythms, pulsing organs.
Living symbol of Creations taste and
permeating smell.
A shadow of Form gains depth, takes
shape
Becoming a holy Vessel , for the Light
of the First sound.
Undeveloped Formless otherwise, a
Universe explodes into…
…Being.
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