Image from YouTube video “Gods Dancing” by mischamuse – copyright Sufism Reoriented 2021
There is a field
wherein to pace
our selves: to shield
Your sign of grace.
Like footfalls unfilled,
a melody in measure, one
to three, may yield
Your holy constellation.
Into the darkened meadow
of my mind, no faces,
came one night a throw
like stars, of spaces …
for sacred tread:
the music yet to come –
a manna of risen bread
to “pulse” the One.
By day, a maid may gather
to her heart the Lord.
At night the shepherd may tether
to his heart the wandering herd.
Into a darkling field,
may mushrooms white, in grass
reflect some starry yield
of heaven into verse … ?
It is in the teaching
of those Pythagoras trained,
that beauty reaching
Earth, invoke restrained …
the resonant strings
that Life provides. In triad,
circle, interval bounded, sings
in tuneful depth the Dryad.
Pulsing a pattering of stars
upon the stave,
no words yet have trod
footfalls of melody unsounded.
Softly are they shod
within the night unbounded.
May we in the lea
where the One may
a-dancing be,
seek the rhythm reverently.
From a collection of poems –
“Footfalls of Melody Unsounded”
copyright (c) Jane Adams 1992
Image from Youtube video “Gods Dancing” by mischamuse, copyright Sufism Reoriented 2021
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