Calling Out

More about Calling Out

I call out alone
through the valley deep
My voice returns to me
while my heart weeps
When I sing, the mountains answer
Every note comes back stronger,
so I keep calling
after falling
in love
with the divine,
my heart
feels broken
with unspoken
whispers in time
that seems to stretch
on forever
apart
from the one
whom I shared
such beautiful
moments
bright
as the
sun
I call out
I beckon to the divine
for I have
learned that
my heart needs
this love
throughout
all of time
Yes
I call out
and beckon,
beckon
to the
divine
for I have
learned that
my heart needs
this love
throughout
all of time.

In response, and inspired by a poem within the book, THE GIFT, Poems by HAFIZ, The Great Sufi Master, Translations by Daniel Ladinsky.

Certainly not to say I am a master or even an apprentice in any way of poetry or mystical insight—all is simply a creative endeavor to see what my own mind and heart may say of the poem, to try and put it into my own words, or simply to respond to the ideas set forth by HAFIZ, and translated by Daniel.

(My apologies, this footnote will be repeated as I intend, at least presently, to continue in this mode for awhile. I am quite curious how AI will interpret things and how I may work and play, tweek words and such to perhaps change the direction AI is taking, in the end, hopefully to make a dream worthwhile sharing.)

(poem my own) Now, Thanks to Riffusion, there is a song as well—if you wish to give a listen, follow the link below : )
https://www.riffusion.com/riff/4684fd09-16c7-4e94-a619-0e509f6c3995