If I could see each day as the miracle it is. I would attend to it much differently. For now, and most likely, always...I shall be content in knowing 'my journey is practice not perfection!'
There is a buoyancy that shines. Perhaps, only in the passing by of the open windows in my mind. A well-worn path decorated by last year's foliage. Patches of new-born ferns fanning the mild air. But when I turn to admire the light? It is no longer there.
There is peace on my mind. But in a fit of sanity, I placed it down deep where no one goes. I had been waiting for the sun to come out and, 'Hi.' However, like a cat in the night searching for non-existent light. Sometimes, satisfaction is a message I cannot always find. With a … Continue reading Strange in Paradise
The gloom is great. But certainly...the clouds know how to negotiate. Hand me down a budding dandelion. A shaft of light. And, above. As in, below... A peacemaker emerges to sight.
When a lute is played, there is no previous store of playing that it comes from. When the music stops, it does not go anywhere else. It came into existence by way of the structure of the lute and the playing of the performer. When the playing ceases, the music goes out of existence. In … Continue reading As Music Goes Out of Existence