if life is a song...
at least,
for almost every song is more beautiful when sung in harmony... note I did say almost, but I'll leave that for others to ponder as I choose to hope for the ideal world that can be if we'd all sing in harmony (and appreciate and support the solos as part of the our shared song)...and once I sang:
for the love that you hide
will be gone once you've died
give life to the tears you have cried
for the love you've denied
becomes pain when kept inside
give song to your heart and sing
the words you know are true
give song to your soul and sing
the words you know are you
and watch it become a verse in the song of humanity
for that is the way of love when it is spoken honestly
and feel as it leads to the chorus we all know so well
shared it brings the blessings of heaven
repressed it brings the curses of hell
listen children to these secrets grown-ups seldom tell
and sing your song of life sing the song of your love
sing to share and not to sell
and you will understand everything
before the last bell
give song to your heart and sing
the words you know are true
give song to your soul and sing
the words you know are you
what life through yon window breaks (beware, the shatter pane, invisible to all but the heart that knows the ways of betrayal and the dangers of blind mirth)... embrace the endowed spirit with all you are, for the flight, for the fall, for the gasp, for the call of the wild deep inside everywhere... and listen for the song of the essence, let it know you are there... join in the song with your presence (all you have to do is care)... honesty makes you aware there is nothing to fear... you'll know you've arrived... when you get here...
and once I sang:
and the small circle of humanity at the top of the cultural food chain (and the evolutionary food chain as well, but that's another story) do not want to look down upon the rest as if they could understand the difference, but rather look to embrace the recognition of being where they are and appreciate others who show love, if only in awe, and occasionally manifest a deep loneliness for the moments shared with those who have been there...
and a few, starving artists and deliberate vagabonds and cast-offs from the lifestyle, look up at where they've been and see memories akin to the stories of the gods of Olympus, lost between time and space, myth and legend, being there and being here... and like ghost of another time or fallen angels, they appear like anyone except to those who can see the shadows of the ghosts they once were (and still are inside, invisible to the masses as they've assimilated the common ways, but nonetheless themselves)...
poets have long attempted the expression of such people and journeys, a few may have come close, but what is beyond words might be expressed in some other are or better, in love for the few who have known and can understand...
the presence, the energy, the gifts are all around us for anyone open... blessed and cursed by their each individual choice, we become the myriad of faces woven into the tapestry of humanity...
never meaning to be elite or aloof, Adolf struggled with his feelings of inadequacy until it tore him apart and left him a shell of a man with a pain so deep it blinded him to his own humanity... not Eve nor god herself could have reached him, but did none try, I wonder... could Aphrodite have soften his heart?... could Bacchus have cheered his spirit?... could anyone have reach the child inside?... when lost in a fairy tale written by the devil, a paradox within a fantasy within a myth within a legend within a story millions might believe to be history, how can we separate reality from fantasy and know?...
honesty is such a lonely word...
but the laughter of children can save us from the depths of despair that our own ignorance leads us to, like moths to the flame, like lemmings to the light, like Icarus to the heavens... to know what many call God is not to venture up or anywhere, it is simply to be honest inside... and to be in that small circle of humanity is not to leave this world or others behind, it is simply to actualize such awareness in this physical world... to sing your song...
and then this one time, in RealTime™...
even if you never know
or believe it could be so
I love you with all my heart
that is what I do
this is who I am
I love you
even if you live in fear
or put cotton in your ear
I love you with all my soul
because you are you
you don't need to understand
it might be better if you knew
if you would comprehend
you'd not feel so alone
you've always had a friend
who cares to know your heart
and all that's on your mind
I will protect your soul
from the cruel and unkind
we share the DNA
we share the energy
we share experience
even if you do not see
this life is where we are
all part of energy
a living symbiosis
all branches of one tree
so there's no better choice
than to embrace the truth
the answers that we knew
before we sold our youth
when all there was to do
was reach out and play
to just be me and you
and not afraid to say
I love you
there is no better way
I love you
right here, right now, today
and at home, I ate like I was at a feast, then, in my seventeenth hour awake, ran for an hour (thank you for the reminder)... and I faced the sour notes at work and prepare for the sad conclusion the morning shall bring (that woke me and brought me here to write these words, I suppose)... and in spite of it all, today was a good day (and thank you for the inspiration)... each of you, in your own way, provided exactly what was required to bring me to a peaceful bliss...
yes so in spite of it all, today was a good day... today was a good day, because of it all... because honesty lead the way, I knew just what to say, and it doesn't matter if I soar or I fall... when honesty leads the way, every day is a good day, when honesty leads the way, we can heart our heart's call... when honesty leads the way, we can answer... and make the best of it all :)
nite nite, my wonderful friends and all ships at sea... may your light guide you to a safe harbor where you find comfort, sustenance, and rest... and may tomorrow find you off on another adventure, singing your song in harmony with the universe, knowing you are loved because you are part of it all...
yay :)
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posted by candoor at 11:59 PM
7 Comments:
Super Prolific
and bursting into song.
"If life is a song, make it a duet"
Is that your signature tune,
such a romantic, how can you fail to attract a romantic mate that likes Fred Astair & Ginger Rogers movies - "singing in the rain
You should have been born a robin
singing in the trees attracting the passing (female) birds
Inspiring..
Why does it seem so much harder to show good emotions and especially let others know of the good emotions and care you hold towards them..
ah yes, i'm on vacation...
z - of course that's why I let the mush out :P
Q - thank you much... praise brings a tear to my eyes when I am explosed like this... or maybe it's the dream unfulfilled, or the dream still alive too...
as the Moody Blues said, I know she's out there somewhere...
P - the answer to your query, which may well have been rhetorical but shall have an answer anyway, is, in one word, vulnerability...
as was the case so often in my more heartfelt written gardens (and ironically, just recently I linked to some of them somewhere), a kind word melts me, and a harsh word shocks and cuts me so easily and, perhaps worse, silence crushes me...
so it is so much easier to not expose the vulnerability, or so it seems...
but I've learned that to not expose is to not be real, to not be me, to not be fully alive... being alive... and I've learned what being alive means and do my best to remember, moment to moment, to do it...
to each of you I say - thank you for being here with me on this one :)
it means all the more tonight as I wake a bit more only to find I do not have the space in which to wake tonight, or perhaps anytime these days (I'll probably expound in my next entry)...
may you feel as hugged as I do by the words you left here :)
'Tis the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Well, I cried. Yep, stubborn, ridiculously-self-protective-me cried when I read your RealTime poem.
I thought you'd like to know that you touched someone like me deeply. ...and I thought I would thank you for that since its not an easy thing to do at that level these days. So, thank you.
...and I hope your day was okay, in spite of the responsibilities.
And I hope EC brought a smile to your face. ;)
H - you are most welcome... I feel a grand YAY and a misty appreciation to know you let yourself feel here and hopefully you retain the comfort that comes with building trust and becoming friends... Chasing Cars (Snow Patrol) plays in my mind... thank you for that...
and yes, your post (and Elvis) definitely influenced my smile and much more tonight, my song came out again, if but for brief moments (the next entry expounds)...
my day was good, all went well, and while work shall be a challenge for a while as I do two jobs, I love challenges and can usually accomplish more on my own than with an assistant (or partner) who can not work independently and self-initiate tasks... she is back in Medical Records (much to the shagrin of the Director there, I understand) and everyone seemed happy with the way I handled things, even my former assistant...
thank you for being here and for caring as you do :)
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