The poetic voice can be heard In the echoes of ages pastIn the rise and fall of musical cadenceIn the first crack of the bud bloomingIn the silent circuit of the sunWhich has its beginning and end in magenta huesThis voice is in whispering treesIt thunders from the sacred mountainsIt stirs the tumult and dances in the desertGreat men learned to harness its energyEven greater men knew enough to set it freeAnd it speaks to us all in rhythm and in timeThe bird with its songThe prophet with his penSpeak in words and soundsAnd in the silent spaces between themFirst to be heard so as to be knownTo be understood only after the heart has drunk its fillBe inspired to seek the good, the true, and the beautiful. It's all around. Thank you for listening and if you would like to share your poems (or even songs (listen to know more)) with me, please send them to [email protected] spoken (or sung) in this episode:Backs to the SunParty in BabylonThe TideThe Bells of Lynn, Heard at Nahant by Henry Wadsworth LongfellowClick here to read that poem

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