Music of the Night
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by Gordon Forbes
He sits, blanket on shoulders like a shroud,rasps out chants to the wail of a shruti box.
It goes beyond melody, disguises its harmony,
travels to the edge of music, folding into moan,
flirts with pure sound, dark, guttural
beyond the belly.
The original sound of creation
calling life to form, dissolve, reform.
He has gone past Will and Spirit,
Or the beautiful chaos of psychiatry
whose categories explode when
pure compassion cries and spirit blows.
Nothing is left but to move
beyond the known toward
The Inscrutable One
wild, and lovely
even in the dark.
© 2008 The Shalem Institute.