A song of the Orient with ancient erhu, playing in my room was calling my heart true, although I didn't know to 7 centuries ago . Potent nostalgia for the East was haunting me, but why? I had never been there, at least, not in this life, but still I sigh, On the misty window pane, I reached up and drew an arrow The point was curved on both sides. what did it show? the arrow was both an asian temple and a woman's back in the nude a perfect picture for my mood. The erhu was singing the sorrow of the whole world like a lake of tears and woe, drawing my pain and longing for God-Love, I had to know. That love was of spirit and temple 7 centuries ago He had to remind me in a dream. the tantric Master in Zen robes arms holding me in his radiant glow giving his love beyond imagination beyond what most will ever know I was longing for him, it seemed And that love beyond the world, that I tasted in the dream as if he were calling me so I would remember him 7 centuries ago Who was that Master in Zen robes? It took me a long time to know I wept with a broken heart, grieving for that part immense God-love always aglow. Amazingly, the Master of this life gave me that same love to stay, hours of Divine Passion and Power and drew me to find him that way But why, why do I cry? for love 7 centuries ago? A Love so strong it goes beyond the limits of this world A love immortal even Divine that is full of God-love in my soul Years later, I finally knew. I heard the stories of Ikkyu the Japanese Zen Master of 7 centuries ago He washed over me with bliss from the distant past , a flame, of Divine love, an immortal kiss the moment I heard his name I bow down to thank Ikkyu for his love sublime Even though the master of this life Is the greatest gift of all time, the song of the erhu full of sorrow always draws me to that time And the one who gave me God- love, 7 centuries ago The erhu always makes me weep with profound gratitude for the greatest Love all seek that was then given and again in this life to know from 7 centuries ago The spirit that captured my being calls my passion to always serve to create a temple of beauty and God-love where I sing that makes me weep thanking the Light for the Masters so Bright that gave their love for all to know even 7 centuries ago. [erhu playing}
