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#2920 - Wednesday, September 5, 2007 - Editor: Gloria Lee
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His passing leaves a magnificent silence.Nessun Dorma http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONUCPKdGcrk
"The whole world will be listening today to his voice on every radio and television station. And that will continue. And that is his legacy. He will never stop," said conductor Zubin Mehta.
'Pavarotti took opera to the people'
1935 - 2007
Listen on Performance Today radio
Celebrating the life of Luciano Pavarotti
The legendary tenor, Luciano Pavarotti, died today from
pancreatic cancer at the age of 71. We offer a look at the life
of this operatic superstar, celebrating his amazing voice and
charismatic personality through classic recordings, as well as
reminiscences from soprano Joan Sutherland and Pavarotti himself.
September 6, 2007
Listen (hour 1)
Listen (hour 2)
Featured today:
Blanc,
Ravel,
Berlioz,
Verdi,
Puccini
http://performancetoday.publicradio.org/?refid=6
Bravo! Maestro
THE SONG OF THE REED
Listen to the reed and the tale it tells,
How it sings of separation:
Ever since they cut me from the reed bed,
my wail has caused men and women to weep.
I want a heart torn open with longing
To share the pain of this love.
Whoever has been parted from his source
Longs to return to the state of union.
At every gathering I play my lament.
I'm a friend to both happy and sad.
Each befriended me for his own reasons,
Yet none searched out the secrets I contain.
My secret is not different than my lament,
Yet this is not for the senses to perceive.
The body is not hidden from the soul,
nor is the soul hidden from the body,
And yet the soul is not for everyone to see.
This flute is played with fire, not with wind,
and without this fire you would not exist.
It is the fire of love that inspires the flute.
It is the ferment of love that completes the wine.
The reed is a comfort to all estranged lovers.
Its music tears our veils away. Have you
Ever seen a poison or antidote likethe reed?
Have you seen a more intimate companion and lover?
It sings of the path of blood;
it relates the passion of Majnun.
Only to the senseless is this sense confided.
Does the tongue have any patron but the ear?
Our days grow more unseasonable,
These days which mix with grief and pain.
But if the days that remain are few,
Let them go; it doesn't matter. But You, You remain,
For nothing is as pure as You are.
All but the fish quickly have their fill of His water;
And the day is longwithout His daily bread.
The raw do not understand the state of the ripe,
so my words will be brief.
Break your bonds, be free, my child!
How long will silver and gold enslave you?
If your pour the whole sea into a jug,
will it hold more than one day's store?
The greedy eye, like the jug, is never filled.
Until content, the oyster holds no pearl.
Only one who has been undressed by Love,
Is free of defect and desire.
O Gladness, O Love, our partner in trade,
healer of all our ills, our Plato and Galen,
remedy of our pride and our vanity.
With love this earthly body could soar in the air;
The mountain could arise and nimbly dance.
Love gave life to Mount Sinai, O lover.
Sinai was drunk; Moses lost consciousness.
Pressed to the lips of one in harmony with myself,
I might also tell all that can be told;
but without a common tongue, I am dumb,
Even if I have a hundred songs to sing.
When the rose is gone and the garden faded,
You will no longer hear the nightingale's song.
The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil.
The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.
If Love withholds its strengthening care,
the lover is left like a bird without wings.
How will I be awake and aware
If the light of the Beloved is absent?
Love wills that this Word be brought forth.
If you find the mirror of the heart dull,
The rust has not been cleared from its face.
O friends, listen to this tale,
The marrow of our inward state.
Love Is A Stranger, selected Rumi poetry by Kabir Helminski.
posted by Tom to GardenMystics
Where can you go that you can't see the moon?
Where can you go that you won't find flowers?
Where there's sky, there's a moon.
Where there's earth, flowers grow.
Carry a lute. Make up your own songs.
You don't need to study other people's music.
Guide your feet until they move in step
With nothing more glorious than a white ox cart.
Hsu Yun posted by Tom to GardenMystics
Tao Te Ching - 14
Looked at but cannot be seen -
it is beneath form;
Listened to but cannot be heard - it is beneath sound;
Held but cannot be touched - it is beneath feeling;
These depthless things evade definition,
And blend into a single mystery.
In its rising there is no light,
In its falling there is no darkness,
A continuous thread beyond description,
Lining what does not exist;
Its form formless,
Its image nothing,
Its name silence;
Follow it, it has no back,
Meet it, it has no face.
Attend the present to deal with the past;
Thus you grasp the continuity of the Way,
Which is its essence.
posted to AllspiritInspiration
There seems
a sort of humming, a pulsing insistence in
the heart of everything,
a yearning to leap forth and soar
In whatever way it lives itself,
Still, how many transformations must
And what then of this impulse?
When all experience reveals itself
A
fork in the path http://www.ferryfee.com/bluesky/A_fork_in_the_path.htm
by Alan Larus