Flutings and Movements

The morning due is there
Asleep upon the glades of green
Bees are about, free of care
Without the dimming screen
Against all that beauty can bare
And the birds’ flight one can glean
Effortless, through lightning glare

And this the moment
When it all begins
Life and all it means

The drift of the lilting voice
Flutings of a rarer kind
Rising and sinking without choice
In the vista of a thick set mind
Floating free, soft and light
Piercing through the hardest core
Setting alive the flicker of love’s flight
A sweet symphony, It is joy’s score
Set to the rhythm of heart’s delight

It wafts from the deep of our forest
Music of sweet whisper
Through the thickness of green
Towards peripheries of perception
Into the heart of the hearing
When the outer eyes close
And Outer ears, they lose the cries
Awake to something out of place
Or so it appears
When the vision rests
On the cell of emptiness inside
And the hearing hears
Multiple deflections
Of one single note

When thus the world is shut to the outside
And tuned towards the one inside
A movement is born, grows and flows
A rhythmic motion bursts alive
And dance sets forth her feet
On the bare grounds of our earth
Inscribing in perfection’s prints
In language of meticulous motion
The script of the fluting call
That words do not describe
In sways and surging waves
Flowing from within
To the touch
Of the magic wand

This the walk of music and dance?
When we touch the chord within
Hidden in the secret cave
Of our hearts’ space?
Marching hand in hand
In the grove
Of Nature’s dream?

Artistic impression by Sudha

Jayanthy (9 May 2008 9.45am)