Mystic Chord

Mystic Chord


Just at the corner of an eyelash
Only around the next tree you hug
At once, here and there,
It exists ~ can you hear it?
This mystic chord.

On the edge of the last dream
In the heat of a momentary kiss
In the scent of the first bloom of Spring
It’s now, it’s then
Can you smell it,
This mystic chord?

Wild is our notion of what could be
Fierce is our howl of longing
Sweet is our mystery of being
Loud we walk on tiptoe;

It’s a joy, it’s a grief
Yet all the time,
Far and near,
We feel it ~ if we choose
The mystic chord.


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