Listening to Orpheus (6)

And it was almost a girl and came to be
out of this single joy of song and lyre
and through her green veils shone forth radiantly
and made herself a bed in my ear.
And slept there. And her sleep was everything:
the awesome trees, the distance I had felt
so deeply that I could touch them, meadows in spring:
all wonders that had ever seized my heart.
She slept the world. Singing god, how was that first
sleep so perfect that she had no desire
ever to wake? See: she arose and slept.
Where is her death now? Ah will you discover
this theme before your song consumes itself?-
Where is she vanishing?…a girl almost…
R.M.Rilke “Sonnets to Orpheus” I/2
This is the effect of Orpheus singing. This is what the vibration of song and lyre is bringing forth. A sensation, a resonance, a resemblance – a girl almost….whose sleep was everything.
There is an astounding similarity between the anatomic structure of vocal cords and a lyre – words of poetry and the sound of music coming from the same grounds. A stir, a rustle of breath, a stroke with a finger, while the wooden instrument is held closely to the heart. King David played the lyre, as did the early minstrels, walking among the people telling them the stories of the Gods and waking in them the memory that the self, which is no other than the universe, is unreal like a dream.
And it reminds of the traditional Advaita saying: The world is an illusion. Brahman alone is real. Brahman is the world.
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