Evoke such morns of solemn music:
Tuned to a pleasant earthly feel
I arise now with the breath of confidence
Everyday that I live as Me.
Stark stones moss tales of good muse
Past fester dupes,
Present pester brake,
Future plays a silent trumpet!
“Clasp this spell-comes a boon”
Eager ears grasp most music played
Lark-silence is for the heart!
Muse’s music remains..
external inspiration drives a soul for living life and plunging into creation but the way i understood the poem, and i don't claim to be correct all the time, it is really a rare shed of spirit to draw inspiration from within and to arise with the breath of confidence. in sanskrit there is a wonderful equivalent of such trait of mind - "atmaraman", which, in more refined sense, is being able to find bliss from within. for an instinctive artist, the muse always remains, within .......
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like 'atmaraman' ..thanks:)
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