Wer den Dichter will verstehen Muß in Dichters Lande gehen. – Goethe Satis Shroff writes with intelligence, wit and grace. (Bruce Dobler, Associate Professor in Creative Writing MFA, University of Iowa). ——————————————————————————— HARMONY FOR THE HEART (Satis Shroff) As the Breisgau-train dashes in the Black Forest, Between Elztal and Freiburg, I am with my thoughts in South Asia. I saunter towards Swayambhu in Nepal, The hill of the Self-Existent One. ‘Om mane peme hum’ stirs in the air, As a lama passes by. I’m greeted by cries of Rhesus monkeys, Pigeons, mynahs, crows, The whole world is full of music, Making it, feasting on it, Dancing and nodding to it. Music has left its cultural confines. The train stops at Zähringen-Freiburg. I get off and peer at the blue-green forest in the distance. It’s Springtime. As I approach my home at the Pochgasse, I discern Schumann’s sonate number 3, Played by Vladimir Horowitz. That’s harmony for the heart. Glos
