Whisperings

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(2nd try on this one)

Do you hear
the whisperings
in your ear
as the angels come,
draw near,
lute in hand
strings drawn tight
tuned carefully
notes just right
bringing songs
from other realms
where some of
our dear ones
now do dwell
promising beauty
peace, delight
now and forever
trust that all
is just right and
as it should be
breathe deeply
and let your
breath be
the breeze
that also stirs
the lute strings
bringing peace
and ease
to the other
realm, music,
song until
All is said
and All
is Done.


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.)