I was reading Kat Lehmann @songsofkat, where she says, “…and you might not know all you are carrying. Let us own what is ours and release what was never ours to carry.” She tugs you to pay attention to emotions we rather discount, disown or at times totally ignore. We carry within us, sentiments that take shape of despair, anguish, denial, and though we may not realise when we conceived them fortunately she claims we have the key to release them. What I like about the act of release is the manner she puts it…”I name each creature as I free it and lovingly cuddle it behind the ears….further on she adds …” I welcome the ones that belong to me …rest are released to the wild” indeed very beautifully penned.
Another poet, singer, songwriter that fascinates me both by his works and his irresistibly deep sensuous voice is Leonard Cohen. The law of diminishing returns certainly finds an exception in my insatiable desire to listen to his creations of dark truths of spirituality and sexuality. My all time favourite is ‘A thousand kisses deep’. Some of his lines that resonates incredibly close to my understanding of life and living includes…
”…You live your life as if it’s real, a thousand kisses deep… You lose your grip and then you slip into the masterpiece…I saw there were no oceans left for scavengers like me…”
In his yet another masterpiece, ‘Bird on Wire’, he can set both your heart and soul on fire. In this particular work, of the many lines he penned, I can relate almost as if he was under my skin when he drawls….
“If I have been unkind, I hope that you can just let it go by… For like a baby stillborn like a beast with his horn, I have torn everyone who reached out for me…I have tried in my way to be free…”
I could listen to him a thousand times and each time, take away something new. What once seemed to be abstract takes a form and what once I believed to be strong as concrete melts and slips away. His works making me ruminate, speculate and it certainly stimulates me to pen my own amateurish work.
The rains have not been kind, it’s vacation time, I sit and pen my thoughts. It flows out easily from my system, as if it was waiting to be born and could wait no more. It slips out without the usual labour pain and I wonder, am I unintentionally reproducing someone else’s work. I tell myself I will do a plagiarism check before it goes for print. So, here it is, my thoughts as they unfold with the rhythm of the rain…
‘…let me be the unsung song on your lips, the unrealised dream in your sleep. Let me be your unquenched thirst on a hot summer day, the intense thunder before the rains. Let me be the Petrichor that runs in your body, the silent prayer of your restless soul. Let me be the breeze that ruffles your settled hair, the gasp in your weakened self.
Let me be the teardrop that brims your eyes, yet is never permitted to fall…’
