A Jazz Peace
In
reflection with Markings by Dag Hammarskjold
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It can take 40 days.
Notice the Markings. Listen for the Lead.
Seek as if to find melody in jazzscape.
The
longest journey is the journey inward.
Am I ready, readied
by the life lead. Graced by manna mornings
of verse and parable, graced enough
to be in stillness before beguiling oases,
ridden of carnal flashbacks.
Superficial,
fleeting wonder and greed …hindering
Each tapping foot-imprinted. Forward-
back to the calling forth. Knees
grass stained with determination,
forehead glistening with sweet water
of tempered dedication.
Liberate,
..irrespective of the consequences to yourself.
No time to discern.
The conductor pierces the moment: “Here we
go”
Sax then Bass. Piano keys riff. Trumpets
putt.
No solo in this flight. Every cavity of
being
transported as played before
transported as played before
but never jazzed like this.
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There is reverb devotion. Echoed Praise.
Contagious
adoration of the Markings. My cavities
fills. My hands
come together.
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Never
for the sake of peace and quiet, deny your own experience.
Hiswillbedone – a jazz peace.
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