The Mystic Sounds Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

The Mystic Sounds



Often as I sit
My back to the silver-leaf tree,
And letting the silent chanting
Of the evening sea lull me to a quiet,
Leaving the robust world behind,
My eyes quiver to a peaceful rest.
And another world is born,
Teeming with new imageries and new sounds.
I hear strange and unknown music in my ears;
Sounds of harps and flute;
Of ceaseless choirs of birds and church bells.
Smaller bells tinkling,
Vying with one another
a symphony mellow, sweet and inebriating
Rising from places far beyond my understanding.
And when the peace deepens,
At the back of my head
Rise a roar of the ocean and a roll of thunder.
Then, the most spectacular of all
The sounds of running water,
Gradually easing the breath to a mystic stop:
Death comes and death goes,
Leaving me unbruised,
Drenched in the mellifluous arms of an ecstatic peace.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unwritten Soul 29 August 2013

Paint the peace to your smile, too calm to lose, angelic voice may harp the tunes from heaven to your heart..As if we arent in this world for the moment...whatever you just heard, they pleasing mystical sounds only exist when your mind so clear and feel ready for everything....positivity will play the sound..and paint the peace on....._Soul

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Jodie Hardy 27 August 2013

Powerful and very full of imagery, Paints a picture in my mind as I am reading x

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Inwalked Bud 25 August 2013

Such vivid imagery...Makes one feel as if they are sitting under the silver-leaf tree beside you..

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