Hear the wind-song moan of human sorrows,
crying senselessly in the darkest night.
While the storm is raging in the shadows,
hear the cries of those with a daily fight.
Seasons change within the midnight breezes.
as summer turns its colors into fall..
Soon the flowers dare the autumn freezes,
as people feel the coldness in it all.
Listen to the song with your heart open.
You may then hear messages ears cannot.
Long unknown history will be spoken.
A tale is told in language long forgot.
The wind-song whistles crossing Mother Earth,
bringing knowledge from the oracle’s mouth,
of ancient cures once called "nasty curses,"
methods modern medicine must avow.
Living in a world of data breeches,
trusting anything is the same as doubt.
Close your eyes and listen to wind-speeches.
Anger from the natural realm is out.
The Earth is caught in full disharmonies.
We see this in the earthquakes, floods and rain.
Open clogged ears to wind-song melodies.
Listen to tunes, that secretly, explain.
The Land has no boundaries,
There is no place for disharmonies!
The air has no biases; they are for all;
The trees and the rivers are for everyone,
Whether it be summers, spring or fall;
Let us come together, unite as mankind
it is a high time to take the call!
The nature doesn’t discriminate
The knowledge is to illuminate
So, who are you to differentiate?
Who are you to segregate?
Who are you to decide someone’s fate?
We need to support each other
As a fellow human and as mate!
Nobody is Supreme or inferior
Commit to believe in equality without any fear
There is a need for enlightenment
There is a desire for contentment
Let us unite and be the Torchbearer,
The sky will be bright and clearer!
-- Shadow Traits --
John Herlihy
We are a tapestry of life, in threads of light and dark,
A work in progress always striving to be a work of art.
Somehow, we know our strengths, of weaknesses little,
Disharmonies that lie within playing as notes of a fiddle.
Where do they come from, complexes to feel as plague?
My life but crests and troughs in rhythms of some wave.
How much those shadow traits do follow me and haunt,
How much those shadow traits do laugh at me and taunt.
Strange, no matter how much light, still we see shadows,
There in the corners of the heart as knots in ribbon bows.
Slowly I live, I learn, as I begin to see what they really are,
Nothing more than elusive ghosts that need be driven far.
Now I see light and darkness as blessing of the divine sun,
Our journey has imperfections, but each step of light spun.
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(c) John Herlihy 28 April 2020
I have walked a long way once
I never thought to see myself at the end
Becoming a past with no more the chance
With only a future ahead without a plan
I took a step back because I fear
Remembering times without memories
Were it too much I am to dear?
Yet a perfect concoction of disharmonies
And I return my footing to the present
Looking back at the hardest to leave behind
I stood aground remembering reasons
Does it matter? From possession I can no longer find
To only venture onward, I dare a step forward
Facing all that life has taught me... the unknown
To have lived, I do not want to take a step backward
Because the future is the way towards my final home
And here I stand my ground
Past, present and future... planned and unplanned
As once more I begin whichever path found
Might I think to see myself at its end?
Thinking outside his cage
A war on tradition he waged,
Writing notes by chance,upon a page-
His disharmonies cannot be forecast
Many suppose his music will not last
John Cage= Avan-garde composer