I am merely a flute,
a hollow reed with holes~
it is your breath
making the music,
your hand holding the notes.
it is your mouth
soulful on my mouth
making the vibration,
your fingers
confident in my holy place
making the melody.
you are the master holding me,
I am the instrument of love
bursting with song.
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do not come to me in the night
asking to hear the music,
do not come with charming ways
dancing in the night~
offerings of chocolate and flowers
will not open your ears,
begging and pleading
will not liberate your soul!
it is from emptiness
that the drum sounds,
that the flute wails~
it is from silence
that the symphony of God
is heard.
go into the night alone,
go into the starlight
and the scent of jasmine,
hear the glory
of the universe
with unsophisticated ears~
then come dancing
to my room.
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