Friday, January 2, 2015

The Song That Has No Words

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All you have learned
is a book that nobody reads
because they are busy 
writing their own.
But in the moonlight,
at the edge of the pond,
still and silent,
the faintest of melodies
may stir in your heart,
that old familiar song, 
of mis-step and transformation,
that has accompanied you so far,
a song of burning, of being honed.

Like a butterfly encased in stone,
wounded, yet liberated 
by the mallet's touch,
you arise at last 
like a fluttering dream
on the edge of awakening,
and begin to dance
to the song that has no words.

37 comments:

  1. This is just lovely and so true, Sherry--everyone is so busy writing their own book, they do not take much time to learn from the books of others--it is wonderful that you have come to such a graceful and joyful conclusion here. K.

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  2. Sherry such a vision, "yet liberated
    by the mallet's touch"....I feel as if I am rising to that song as the words are just being thought of...a whisper on the wind.

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  3. You cause me to hum the tuneless tune!



    ALOHA and Happy New Year from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral
    <3

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  4. i think of the mariposa that all it wishes to do is fly, for it had been a caterpillar for so long before it morphed and transformed.

    i loved the way you depicted this in your words.

    may you have a lovely day today, mi amiga

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  5. Ah, we all do write our own books, don't we??

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  6. Oh, this is so beautiful. I'm so glad I'm taking the time to read the posts I missed.

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  7. Interesting about writing your own books.. We are very often unread... Sometimes it's good.. There are pages we do not want to share.. Love the liberation at the end.

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  8. What a delight this is to read Sherry.

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  9. let the hum gently bring you to the dancefloor :-)

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  10. Thought provoking. I think it is important to be a vast repository of the thought and songs of others before writing your own...the beautiful butterfly began as a plain brown grub...nature is always giving clues:)

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  11. this is awesome.brilliant.a work of authentic soul-searching harmony.one of your best ever.

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  12. love the image of the butterfly encased in stone

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  13. I like this song of burning, of being honed. Very uplifting to read this morning ~ Have a good Sunday Sherry ~

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  14. Burning/wordless/honed! Isn't this what nature and God ask of us? to be most ourselves. Nicely done!

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  15. a song lightens the heart... hopefully words can too... nice write

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  16. Oh Sherry, that is absolutely gorgeous!

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  17. so true in how we get busy writing our own book and not pay attention to the others around us....also the song that has no words....is a lovely turn of phrase....

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  18. It's true...we're busy....but it's so rewarding to learn from other songs...I will keep trying....promise.

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  19. Absolutely exquisite and yet powerfully harsh - the juxtaposition of nature itself ...

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  20. The song that has no words ~ what a lovely verse! Perhaps it is in silence that we rise best to be transformed and honed. Beautiful, Sherry :)

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  21. what grabbed me most were the intro lines - everyone being so busy with themselves that they have no time to listen to what others have to say.. it's sad

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  22. Such a positive write.
    We are obsessed with our own stories sometimes...
    I liked the second stanza especially... lovely imagery there.

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  23. sure is a catchy tune


    Thanks for stopping by my blog
    much love...

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  24. We all have a story and like a butterfly we long to fly free to dance to that special song with no words just a melody.

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  25. Geesh! What a wonderful surprise. One of your best... though you have many.
    ZQ

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  26. so lovely.

    reminds me that we are all transforming. that our inner work is mostly done alone, yet it's still worth doing.

    thanks for sharing this with us...it's quite inspiring.

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  27. I love that butterfly image..I think they are strong enough to keep singing inside the concrete

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  28. Some days its better to dance than to write.

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  29. So much peace in this, Sherry. I love it :)

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  30. We all are so busy writing our own book that we often miss a lot than just a song. Beautiful write Sherry! :)

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  31. I loved it... The silence these words conveyed.. Brilliant!

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  32. One of poetry's jobs is to serve as a diary of transformation--just what you've done here. Very fine job.
    Steve K.

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