I haven't been participating in the poetry meme, One Single Impression, for a while, but I visit many blog friends who do, so I noticed that this week's prompt is "Reincarnation." As coincidence would have it, that's the subject of this post as well. I've been fortunate to live in some very incredible places in my life, always close to nature. The lyrics to Jane Siberry's song, "Bound by the Beauty" run through my head, when I think about all the beauty. I can't imagine what an afterlife would have to be like that I wouldn't still want to keep returning to the Earth. I wish that YouTube had a post of Siberry's song, or that I could embed an MP3 so you can listen to it, but you may have it on your iPod, or be able to access it through some service you belong to. I'll just put a link at the bottom, if you'd like a quick 30-second sample. This text of this post contains excerpts from the lyrics, mixed with photos from my current residence on Lake Erie's north shore, and my previous place in the Alberta foothills, west of Calgary.
I’m bound by the fire I’m bound by the beauty I’m bound by desire I’m bound by the duty I’m coming back in 500 years and the first thing I’m gonna do when I get back here is to see these things that I love and they’d better be here, better be here, better be here
First I’m going to find a forest and stand there in the trees and kiss the fragrant forest floor and lie down in the leave and listen to the birds sing the sweetest sound you’ll ever hear and everything the dappled everything the birds, everything the earthness everything the verdant, the verdant, the verdant the verdant green
Then I’m going to find an open field and lie down in the flowers and then I’m going to find a guitar and play play play for hours and then I’m going to find a river to see what kind of body in and everything the granite, everything the kiss everything the earthness everything the verdant, the verdant, the verdant the verdant dream
I’m bound by the beauty I’m bound by desire I’m bound to keep returning I’m bound by the beauty of the light the slightest change the constant rearrange of light upon the land I’m bound by the beauty of the wind that blows across the earth the unfetteredness the wheatness and through the flying hair the slowness of the falling leaves across this warm November door and the geese the flying southness the arms out evermore I’m bound by the snow the soft fallingness the everupward face... the ever-upward face... bound by the sunsets the rivers the music the beauty...
The Cloud Messenger (Meghadūta) is a lyric poem by the respected Indian poet, Kālidāsa. The poem centers around a yaksa in exile. Longing for his beloved, waiting for him on a Himalayan mountain, he asks a cloud to take a message to her. The sights he tells the cloud it will see on its way make up most of the poem.
The idea of recording observations appeals to me. I thought The Cloud Messenger was the perfect title for a blog about the journey that we all make as we move through our days.
I'm a baby boomer who grew up dancing in the streets of Detroit during the classic Motown years, lived beside the Rocky Mountains for many years, now retired and living (and writing full time) in S. Ontario. I have one blog for rock 'n' roll oldies, and one for nature, poetry and life along the Lake.