Java Blood
I may speak like I’ve lost my identity
I may look like I’ve ignored my ideology
But in this body, a Javanese blood is moving swiftly
There is a deep bond, hard to be disregarded
The tradition that I never can understand
In their devotion of simplicity and modesty
Even in this era of madness
There are legacies that carry on
The thing that I should have done it too
Even if I was born in the age of technology
And some music is not an unchained melody anymore
I thought maybe music can relief me from the pain in my life
I don’t know why, the first time I heard the gamelan, it soothed me
Don’t know exactly their native language but I feel like I’m home
The music that has been long forgotten, the richest medication for the soul
Through their melody, philosophy is taught rhythm by rhythm
It’s the magical power from the past that keep us out from insanity
No matter where I will live
No matter what I become
Even in another part of the world
This is my root, this is who I am
The java blood in me, this is my identity
Copyright © Mony Reyna | Year Posted 2009
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