True Art Imparts

More about True Art Imparts

How can I
speak over time
about something
that has been
spoken of
so well,
so masterly
by someone
who sold an eye
to the white
dove
of the heavens
above
and an ear
to the
iridescent fish
that ever eternally swims
to the deepest depths
of the ocean
to bring back
gifts from the
Greatest Artist
to touch
the soul
and
make the heart
sing
for those
who have
eyes to see
and ears to hear—
some so jealous
of these gifts
given freely
that they would
drag this master
to a court of law
to extract
the source of
the treasures
being shared;
jealous also
of the
notoriety
of this
master.

All I may do
is agree, too,
that true art
imparts a
heart felt
response
of applause
because
it's true.

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

—Now made into a song, thanks to riffusion. Link below, if you wish to give a listen. : )
https://www.riffusion.com/song/09cc84d6-40e1-47ac-a47e-00a5a5f94421

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.)