The Sap of Classical Music
From the root, the sap rises up into the artist,
Flows through him, flows to his eye.
Activated by the force of the current,
He conveys his vision into his work.
He stands at a fixed place as the trunk of the tree
He does nothing other than gather
And pass on what rises from the depths
Neither he serves nor commands but transmits.
What a transmission of the classical music
It is certainly a form of meditation,
His consciousness is not in the lower vital world
And playing something soulful in high consciousness.
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April 29, 2014
Form Free Verse
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third Place Win
Contest: Rock My World by Debbie
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