The Soul Rests Eternal

“… the landscape that emerges through my music is rather like the misty dawn of a new day; a day not yet ripened by the sun, but one that shows the promise of a warmer future – a way through the emotional morass.”

Take the time to read the delightful new interview in the Salon du Muse at the Soul Food Cafe. Heather Blakey, web mistress of  Soul Food, takes the time to interview British composer, Mike Sheppard. This interview explores spirit and soul and shines some light on the path for those suffering from bereavement.

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For Angels Be and When

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One of the many statues at Sakin’el
is of an Angel playing a flute –
knocked off a table by a nuzzling cat.

I have attempted to glue and fix
the broken wing seen lying there –
but have surrender to art over form
and syncrosity.

Now, one might muse a note or three
whether the wing has fallen off,
or is waiting to be affixed,
and whether the tune is of joy
or of a minor cord.

I once wrote — perhaps in vision …

“ then is the entire purpose
of man’s existence,
to provide the means
for angels to fly?”

and

“When one considers how angels swing about,
tethered by Agreement strands to Council,
and drawn by human compassion and delight,
but paced by Current call to other Light;
it is a wonder that they don’t collide
or and least suffer a wing – ding or two.”

but I am always drawn to Poe’s Israfel,
posted here in case you know it not.

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ISRAFEL
by Edgar Allan Poe, 1831

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
As the angel Israfel,
And the giddy stars (so legends tell),
Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell
Of his voice, all mute.

Tottering above
In her highest noon,
The enamored moon
Blushes with love,
While, to listen, the red levin
(With the rapid Pleiads, even,
Which were seven,)
Pauses in Heaven.

And they say (the starry choir
“Whose heart-strings are a lute”;
None sing so wildly well
And the other listening things)
That Israfeli’s fire
Is owing to that lyre
By which he sits and sings-
The trembling living wire
Of those unusual strings.

But the skies that angel trod,
Where deep thoughts are a duty-
Where Love’s a grown-up God-
Where the Houri glances are
Imbued with all the beauty
Which we worship in a star.

Therefore thou art not wrong,
Israfeli, who despisest
An unimpassioned song;
To thee the laurels belong,
Best bard, because the wisest!
Merrily live, and long!

The ecstasies above
With thy burning measures suit-
Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love,
With the fervor of thy lute-
Well may the stars be mute!

Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely- flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the sunshine of ours.

If I could dwell
Where Israfel
Hath dwelt, and he where I,
He might not sing so wildly well
A mortal melody,
While a bolder note than this might swell
From my lyre within the sky.

The Rise of Sunset

we awoke in the puerile dawn to the sounds
of a harp playing — drawing us up and out,
and we arose to greet the Sunset
of your Celbration.

It was our Raven,
with the other three cats in attendance …

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He does indeed pluck the strings with tooth and paw

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so then Emmie joins him in a duet for Branwen

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and of this joining I mused a bit —
that all invitations are to a joining,
as is each life well lived …

and when I see a frowning dawn,
I shall have a “Darryl Moment” —
and remember that somewhere friends
bask in a glorious Sunset …

and when the evening sky roils in storm
I will sense a joining once again —
a “Darryl Moment” of Sunrise
in memory of tomorrow
and hope for yesterday
cycled
eternally …

and with my Grail of Creativity thus refilled
I know of the Elixer oft sought —

and sit down to write again

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The Bards at Sakin’el

A toast and a song for Darryl

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A talisman for Darryl

A toast from the Kavanagh Charter Horn, one of of the last surviving relics from the Leinster King that founded the Kavanagh clan.

The toast:
The Celts believe that when you come before God, he asks you to sing of your life. And God is not concerned with whether you were right or wrong, he wants to know how great is your poetry.
Darryl’s poetry is great indeed, and God will be pleased.

And with the toast a classic Irish Wake song:

Of all the money e’er I had,
I spent it in good company.
And all the harm I’ve ever done,
Alas! it was to none but me.
And all I’ve done for want of wit
To mem’ry now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

Oh, all the comrades e’er I had,
They’re sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts e’er I had,
They’d wish me one more day to stay,
But since it falls unto my lot,
That I should rise and you should not,
I gently rise and softly call,
That I should go and you should not,
Good night and joy be with you all.

If I had money enough to spend,
And leisure time to sit awhile,
There is a fair maid in this town,
That sorely has my heart beguiled.
Her rosy cheeks and ruby lips,
I own she has my heart in thrall,
Then fill to me the parting glass,
Good night and joy be with you all.

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A Priestess Sings to Heather

Immerse yourself in the lake of time’s embrace;
lapping waves of memory’s sharp sting caress,
and salt flavored tears that have ever flowed
from soul-struck pain and selfless outward questing.
Remember that the Goddess guides the trickle flow
from your bold heart to the ocean of rebirth.

and of this will his spirit be guided on ….

Lost – ever tossed in turmoil and fearful chaos,
we yearn for an escape from bitterness of pain.
The womb of our spirit growth may seem too small
to nurture the salt rubbed sorrow of lonely.
Fear not, sweet sister of this flickering Light.
Senses and soul here born will expand forever.

for of this will your spirit be guided home …

. . . . . . . . . .

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Inside – Sting

Inside the doors are sealed to love
Inside my heart is sleeping
Inside the fingers of my glove
Inside the bones of my right hand
Inside it’s colder than the stars
Inside the dogs are weeping
Inside the circus of the wind
Inside the clocks are filled with sand
Inside she’ll never hurt me
Inside the winter’s creeping
Inside the compass of the night
Inside the folding of the land

Outside the stars are turning
Outside the world’s still burning

Inside my head’s a box of stars I never dared to open
Inside the wounded hide their scars, inside this lonesome sparrow’s fall
Inside the songs of our defeat, they sing of treaties broken
Inside this army’s in retreat, we hide beneath the thunder’s call

Outside the rain keeps falling
Outside the drums are calling
Outside the flood won’t wait
Outside they’re hammering down the gate

Love is the child of an endless war
Love is an open wound still raw
Love is a shameless banner unfurled
Love’s an explosion,
Love is the fire of the world
Love is a violent star
A tide of destruction
Love is an angry scar
A violation, a mutilation, capitulation, love is annihilation.

Inside the failures of the light, the night is wrapped around me
Inside my eyes deny their sight, you’d never find me in this place
Inside we’re hidden from the moonlight, we shift between the shadows
Inside the compass of the night, inside the memory of your face

Outside the walls are shaking
Inside the dogs are waking
Outside the hurricane won’t wait
Inside they’re howling down the gate

Love is the child of an endless war
Love is an open wound still raw
Love is a shameless banner unfurled
Love’s an explosion,
Love is the fire at the end of the world
Love is a violent star
A tide of destruction
Love is an angry scar
The pain of instruction
Love is a violation, a mutilation, capitulation,
Love is annihilation.

I climb this tower inside my head
A spiral stair above my bed
I dream the stairs don’t ask me why,
I throw myself into the sky

Love me like a baby, love me like an only child
Love me like an ocean; love me like a mother mild
Love me like a father, love me like a prodigal son
Love me like a sister, love me like the world has just begun
Love me like a prodigy, love me like an idiot boy,
Love me like an innocent, love me like your favorite toy
Love me like a virgin, love me like a courtesan,
Love me like a sinner, love me like a dying man.

Annihilate me, infiltrate me, incinerate me, accelerate me,
mutilate me, inundate me, violate me, implicate me,
vindicate me, devastate me

Love me like a parasite, love me like a dying sun
Love me like a criminal, love me like a man on the run

Radiate me, subjugate me, incubate me, recreate me,
demarcate me, educate me, punctuate me, evaluate me,
conjugate me, impregnate me, designate me, humiliate me,
segregate me, opiate me, calibrate me, replicate me

http://www.lyricsdomain.com/19/sting/inside.html – also see www.Sting.com for more.

Sometimes songs say it better than we can.  After all, musicians and songwriters regularly delve into the world of feelings, emotions, creativity, and making statements.  It’s their daily work.  Solace can be found in another person articulating current feelings at a certain time.  I had to express my confusion at seeing the news daily, how mercenary it seems, and how it misrepresents society in favour of glamour.  Clearly I am not alone in feeling there is too much trouble in the world, so I went to a song to get clear.  It just seemed to express things better than I could.

Team Singapore Theme Song “When We Believe”

“When We Believe” is a song of inspiration developed to help spur Team Singapore athletes on as they compete at international games. The theme song will make its debut on 14 November 2006 at the Team Singapore Flag Presentation for the 15th Asian Games and 9th FESPIC Games.

The production of “When We Believe” brings together a group of musical talents like Babes Conde, Shah Tahir and Project Superstar finalist Hong Jun Yang, who was selected as the vocal lead for this song as he embodies the spirit of self-belief and how this leads to success.

“When We Believe” is produced by Jason Tan and Babes Conde, a renowned musician with musical credits to her name like Chang and Eng, Sing To The Dawn and Beauty World. The musical score in the theme song is arranged, performed and programmed by Shah Tahir, a well-known sound engineer in Singapore whose credits include Humpback Oak?s Pain-Stained Morning and Stella Huang’s (Huang Xiang Yi) Fen Shou Di Qi Tien.

When We Believe
We begin our journey with our hopes held high
Because of you, I soar with wings to fly
As we heed the call, we’re standing tall
Set our eyes on giving all our best

Drawing inspiration from our home so dear
Our desire to make our nation proud
We belong together, we’re a team
Hand in hand, together as we dream

When we believe, we know that we can touch the sky
Yes, we will achieve, our dreams are just within our reach
Our spirits soar, with love to share
And hearts that care
Because we dare to dream
When we believe

Listen to Team Singapore Song “When We Believe” by Hong Junyang

Download “When We Believe” Ringtone