The Flute
oh so hollow, so empty, with this precisely you lure,
the purified human voice cries an expression of longing,
through the hollow reed your emptiness gives a sound so pure...
oh the spiritual breath flows through the hollow reed,
parallel with the spine the human being is a living flute,
a soft hum, a quiet ringing, a endless bliss of living music is heard...
oh whisper in my ear the soothing tune of a wooden flute,
without conflict, so soft, so gentle, i embrace your divine sound,
and now throughout the body the sound of the enchanted flute is felt...
the birds will sit in silence at the mouth of the living flute,
and silently the moon will arrive in the reflection of still water,
and the divine sound of love, life, dreams will flow through the hollow reed.
the purified human voice cries an expression of longing,
through the hollow reed your emptiness gives a sound so pure...
oh the spiritual breath flows through the hollow reed,
parallel with the spine the human being is a living flute,
a soft hum, a quiet ringing, a endless bliss of living music is heard...
oh whisper in my ear the soothing tune of a wooden flute,
without conflict, so soft, so gentle, i embrace your divine sound,
and now throughout the body the sound of the enchanted flute is felt...
the birds will sit in silence at the mouth of the living flute,
and silently the moon will arrive in the reflection of still water,
and the divine sound of love, life, dreams will flow through the hollow reed.
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