Let The Real Music Come
"Let The Real Music Come"
There is nothing,
beyond the eye can see,
the skin can touch,
and the ears can hear.
and the distance between knowing and understanding,
is as wide as your point of view.
Meanwhile, in the darkest time,
when breathing is heard, and the pulse thud quickens,
when thinking is just that, ephemeral,
let your longing for the true source outstrip,
the placating voice of reasoned, seasoned `like-self`.
He will be found when you've been terribly wrong.
He will be recognised when resources reveal the tender wound
He loves like the anti-demon, leaving no trace of remorse.
And you will be `born-again`, not as the world gives,
But by the wind that blows where it will.
He has not been sleeping.
you have been trading in the dark places,
and missed His heartbeat.
is it enough to think `good`?
Or to be `good`?
when it is silent and you are alone,
then the real music will come,
let the real music come.