O man,
give up your grey,
let us go to the funfair
to listen to the song eternal
where ageless musical organ
ever plays the tune to the soul
that unrolls itself into the ceaseless sound
melting into a myriad musical shades
harmonizing the discordant notes
into a universal symphony
where all differences sink,
where the sense of being is lost,
only the song remains
and the soul awakes in peace
This eternal melody is
not so easy to recreate;
perfect your guitar,
tune up your mind chords,
make His love its scratch plate
and vibrate the soul
till the ego vanishes
and only the immortal sound remains.
Inspiration: Bulle Shah
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