Soul Endeavor

— only the soul can know

“For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.” ― T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets

I’m writing a rough syllable (constrained) light-pareidolia over this Danish folk song. Hopefully its arbitrary appropriation isn’t too disrespectful to its value as a culture-specific tradition.

Soul Endeavor

A pitter pat Bodhrán of heart, it beats a rhythm’s poem
A pitter pat Bodhrán of heart, it beats a rhythm’s poem
The children sing out words of before we’re taught
— to know more than we are shown

From nothing gusts the meaning’s wind, it carries on it hope
From nothing gusts the meaning’s wind, it carries us on forth
The lesson of the lyric is a — Mystery all know
— but yet not one holds

The Heart of Darkness gazes upon the only glow
The Heart of Darkness gazes upon your lonely soul
Its rushing in, widen’ng its grin, but now so are you
— only the soul can know
Its rushing in, eyes widening, but now so are you
— “well you are now, aren’t you?”

We raise your sword of soul to tear through what was possible.
We raise your sword of soul to tear through what was possible.
The mouths of Man they mumble so— but what you are can never to be sold

If God is by your side, could you ever really know?
If a Devil hides in Light, could we ever really know?
We all wish for what is best for that hope is all we can ever know.

A pitter pat Bodhrán of heart, it beats a rhythm’s poem
A pitter pat Bodhrán of heart, it beats a rhythm’s poem
The children sing out words of before we’re taught
— to know more than we are shown

From nothing gusts the meaning’s wind, it carries on it hope
From nothing gusts the meaning’s wind, it carries us on forth
The lesson in the lyric is the Mystery all know
— but yet not one holds

The Heart of Darkness gazes upon the only glow
The Heart of Darkness gazes upon your lonely soul
Its rushing in, widen’ng its grin, but now so are you
— only the soul can know
Its rushing in, eyes widening, but now so are you
—“well you are now, aren’t you?”