What a wonderful strange stage world
We inhabit
While a war simmered on not very far away
Way closer to home a disciple gave it her all
-- lecdem a term pretty -- meandering khayal
gayaki -- sufiyana suffusion -- even older forms --
Touched by history -- Syncretic -- not of war --
As the guru listened on stage in the plush hall
Where we found us to be in good secure hands
a little while later the disciple listened
Became a child as the guru sang for the fanatics
of music, be the language of love, be the fans
Of that quality divine, that divinity in residence
if you will, be that human
later on
as it would come to not too long after
While an uneasy cessation of war unfolded
while the newscasters belligerently shouted
About win death peace while we far away
became experts on matters defense economic
history became tiny battlefields of prurient onlookers
Experts all at once I wanting an escape
landed on another smiling ebullient disciple
Of music enthrall elsewhere on this speck
A common place of food joy and mirth
Far cry from the elegant halls of music
Yet right there Yet so far for me Yet right there
Reminding what i know not pray you tell me.
https://youtu.be/NpWNDWfkQJM?si=uxA0IL9ap87TQYhZ
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khyal
