Monday, July 1, 2019

A Flute Upon a Beach


   
                          

(…peace…)
                          infinitely sustaining
a skyward melody
whistling harmlessly through the air
(…peace…)
    (…peace…)       rifling deep into the blue
delivered by a thousand arms of gods
shooting aimlessly into heaven
 (…peace…)
                          exploding across the beach
in a shrill arc of notes, relentlessly serene
bursting across the dunes
 (…peace…)
       (…peace…)          charging amidst the incoming fire of the sun
a heroic figure of music
advancing within the day’s dire onslaught
 (…peace…)
somewhere
shivering implacably
through a flute
(…peace…)
   (…peace…)              someone
beseeching of mercy, imploring of salvation,
plying the air with a melody of deliverance
 (…peace…)
             somehow                              
issuing from the stops of a flute
supremely humane notes                                                   (…peace..)
                                                                                                       (…peace…)
blown forth in a tone of complete acquiescence,
of utter surrender, unconditionally laid down;
a music of inner armistice                                                                                                                                                                                                                              (…peace…)
            piercing through the din upon the beach
            the gentle sound
                          of a flute wide open                                                                            (…peace…)
                                                                                                                                     (…peace…)
beside the fierce cannonades of surf
groaning upon the foaming shore of
foaming wounds
                                                                                                (…peace…)
inside the snapping waves of bullets
bringing down row after tumbling row
of men beside the waves                                    (…peace…)
                                                                                                                                                      (…peace…)
within the rush of scattering birds
and men dashing for cover
behind only a shield of air
                                                                                                (…peace…)
 blast after blast
barraging the shore and dunes
with accurate  notes                          …peace…)
                                                                                                     (…peace…)
infinitely sustaining
the gallant stand
made by this melody
(…peace…)
this courageous solo effort
moving invisibly between
the living and the dying
(…peace…)
  (…peace…)          saving the life
of the one man
who heard it
(…peace…)
and followed it
to its absolute
unembattled end

(…peace…)
  (…peace…)          notes of reversal
not heard but Hearing itself
become the ears
(…peace…)
                                of the One  who hears the world’s cries -
succorer, liberator
the very breath of  this flute that hears

hapless shrieks of agony
hurled into the flaming sky
spilling into the reddening shore and tide
(…peace…)
rising above the horrid stench of smoke and blood
                        above the horrific screams
of men torn to pieces

  (…peace…)          suddenly, one man struck down
to his core
by a note like a bullet meant for him
(…peace…)
                                entering into his ear
and unstoppably tearing open
his mind                                                                          (…peace…)
    (…peace…)         
the universe
charging into him,
overtaking his ground of being
                                                                                                                        (…peace…)
from all sides at once
the combined force, in flesh and blood,
of irony and paradox allied                                              (…peace…)
     (…peace…)         
more than he could withstand
the heavens and earth
exploding in a blinding flash
                                                                                                                                (…peace…)
his world brought to a jolting end
by this sound ripping off the top of his head
forcing him to drop body and mind                              (…peace…)
     (…peace…)         
succumbing to the inconceivable accident
of enlightenment that astonishingly overtook him,
going down and down                                                       (…peace…)

transcending
both war and peace
transcending life and death                                             (…peace…)
     (…peace…)         
Today it is said
that many died that day,
but none will ever know
how much
it took to die
and be reborn
there


Notes:  This poem is based on a legend of enlightenment.
In it a solider miraculously heard a flute playing during
A beach invasion and was raised into cosmic consciousness.
There is no knowing who played it or even where and when the battle took place.

The word (…peace…) is not strictly meant to be read but it helps the poem in many places, though not in all.  It may, rather, serve more as marginalia and a subliminal feature o f the poem.  





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