“There’s music in the sighing of a reed;
There’s music in the gushing of a rill;
There’s music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.”
– Lord Byron
Kabir – The couplet
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transliterated:
Sab rang taanth rabaab tan, birah bajaave nit |
Aur na koi sun sake, kai sai kai chitt ||
Translation:
This human body is the complete musical instrument, played incessantly by the longing |
None other can hear the music though, but the mind, the Lord, and the connected souls ||
My thoughts:
Music surrounds us. Creation is music – life is but an expression.
The music we make comes in many forms. Our art is our music – our work is the crescendo. The rise and fall of the chest of a sleeping human is the gentlest music of them all – it is our communion with the self.
The bright sun sings with light, while the dark night envelops us in quiet velvet. Hunger sings with growls, while satiation performs with satisfied sighs. Sadness and melancholy are but the slow second part of the symphony of life, with the joyous crescendo yet to come.
Find the music all around you and connect to it – listen, and you will have learned to communicate with God.