I ask the reed flute, why are you crying
How can there be such tears,
When nothing has been lost
The reed flute says, Not so
They took me from the lips
that once made sugar throughout my whole and silent body
Now I live letting others
Make crying sounds
With my emptiness
The trope of loss and emptiness is a strange one.
Even when the world sees you as an art form, making
beautiful music that touches souls, the beauty may be coming from the depths of
emptiness and deadening inside.. we believe that the music is divine, but it is
ultimately the expression of the emptiness through the various holes torn through
the reed’s body
The purpose of a story is not to hold your attention
but to put you back doing your work, inner and outer......
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