I strum the guitar and sing with exuberance,
all concern burnt away by the fire of my ardor.
A voice penetrates my song—needling, sharp,
“That is wrong!”
All music stops.
Anger sparks within:
If that’s how it must be, then I won’t sing at all.
And so the whole world ceases its tune
and instead lives in the mechanical crank
of mind’s fear.
The dancing stops too,
the twirling, skipping and reeling,
replaced by a march to the dirge of cautious steps.
I call out to the True Musician,
feel the needle lift from the old,
scratched vinyl.
A sweet ditty begins,
sung by the trio of love, wisdom and power.
I tap my foot to this new beat.
Then the first strains of a symphony intone,
building to include all the sounds,
the tuba, violins, and drums.
I pull out my guitar and play with abandon.
knowing that when I’m immersed in this theme,
the entire Universe harmonizes with me.
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Hello Lovely Lesley,
Thank you for this beautiful inspiration, on this new day.
The photo, oh so wonderful!
Much love and many blessings, all the day.
T
This reminds me of the old Living Love song, “Remembering and Forgetting.” I can’t recall the lyrics, but the title says it all. Fortunately, every moment is a new opportunity to remember the Master and listen for the Sound. This poem is a lyrical and powerful reminder to do so. Many thanks and much love.
What a beautiful vision of this all playing out, easy to imagine the resistance within judging, interfering with the symphony waiting to be played. I love this ,Lesley. Thank you for displaying so wonderfully the truth that already exists ?
Beautiful reminder of how we hear the sweet music and then allow in one second the needle to be pulled violently across the record. Many things can happen but all we really need to do is ask “please…..play the music again”.
Dear Leslie once more your words bring me to a state of grace. Thank you for this powerful expression.
Thank you all for your kind words and wisdom. I am ever grateful to share this journey with you!
The True Musician – creator of Sound itself… I love the idea that when we’re immersed in playing with the Musician with abandon, the Universe harmonizes with us. Or maybe we harmonize with it. I like the idea of harmony where each note may be different, unique even, yet when coupled with the Music of the Spheres we add to its beauty. Lovely poem, Lesley. Beautiful.