Chants Poem by anais vionet
Chants
There is a CD of African chants I listen to. They are so beautiful. Are they prayers, songs of love, lullabies? I don't know.
Oli-oli-O, one chant goes - I can't understand it but part of me responds to it. Like your name, the rhythm of your speech - a thrill ride, I am still trembling.
Nothing is what I expected it to be. Intoxication, sudden and sweet.. how could I protect myself from that? ?
I want to be with you - not eat, be with you, not sleep. The words gushed forth - we talked of EVERYTHING and when I was distracted - you stole my heart.
we talked of EVERYTHING and when I was distracted - you stole my heart. african chants.. Oli-oli-O.. Very fine poem. thanky u. tony
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9/19/2024 9:59:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Infatuation is like a lens showing everything in a new way, as if dew-bedecked at the dawn of creation. A new organ of perception- -everything you see/hear seems to glow. It's a glimpse through a crack suddenly revealing the canyon of someone's inner history...then suddenly you're flying over it, or maybe the depths of two canyons are resonating together. So I*m not surprised that those African chants sounded like something out of this world.