Harp

Can you hear the harp sailor? A song cast to the sea where Vibrating strings created a Me. Eternal, and energetically free Oscillating Springs a force of course… Tell tale paths to a choice of Source. The chordophone sings a newly tune voice, Harmonic keys ring in a Summer of hours ”... fourPillars open…” four blooming flowers ”...and Trumpeter, what of the Lady’s pearl?” ”...her String my Lord, is a knotted jewel…” ”... they speak of Me, as if I’m not hear…” “McAllistar… I can see your ear” The Lady’s maid made a letter appear ”...she paints! I must have missed her stair…”