Each human being is like a living flute. Delightful music is produced when the breath of divine that live inside us flows through this hollow reed. We are the musicians of our Universe. And our melodies could live forever in the memory of our beloved.
“Give me the flute and sing
For singing is a secret of existence
And the wailing of the flute remains
After the vanishing of the world
Have you taken the forest, like me
As a home, instead of palaces
So have you followed the waterfalls
And climbed the rocks
Have you bathed in fragrance
And were you dried by light
Have you drank the dawn as wine
From cups of ether?
Have you sat in the afternoon
Like me, between grab vines
And the clusters hanged
Like chandeliers of gold?
Have you taken the grass as bed
And the space as blanket
Humbled of what’s coming
Forgetting what has passed?
Give me the flute and sing
And forget the illness and the medicine
For people are lines,
Written, but by water!