JOY

Comfortable With Existence

The other day I was admiring the view, open sky, ocean beyond, the verdant earthy profusion after the recent rains, and as I was appreciating how magnificent it all is, a distant hawk caught my sight.

I looked at this free flyer, and I wanted it to approach closer.
Then I thought this bird has excellent eyesight, and can see me perfectly well;
and as soon as that thought entered, he flew right over me, close enough
to completely gaze at one another.
I mean it really made me laugh, for here was awareness and instantaneous connection at its best.

The bird has come before, especially when it senses I am comfortably
locked into contentment, and just silently glides along,
performing an in tune rhythmic dance replicating how I feel.

Between the Words of Living

Ain’t Life Grand

It’s Sunday evening and the world around me is very still.

Harmony keeps ringing in my ear. I’m always pleasantly surprised when this happens. It’s a vivid reminder of who I am.

I can’t imagine or maybe I can, what it was like before I received this gift. I just know that it fills such a warm place inside me.

It’s as if a flock of snow birds have landed on my shoulders beckoning me to fly away with them. Nature is such a wonderful teacher. Trees stretch their branches towards the sun and provide us with a bounteous amount of shade. Leaves fall in the autumn and provide a soft passage for man and animal.

Flowers in all their splendour make the journey that much sweeter.

Ah!!!! Ain’t life grand.

A Blank Page

I’m sitting in front of another blank page, while jazz quietly plays through my computer speakers. This is truly my idea of a great time. It starts in the moment and continues into the next.

I enjoy being reminded that each page in my life is unfolding before me and I love the mystery of not knowing what will manifest next. It’s like an unfinished sculpture or an incomplete song.

It slowly develops, creating its own shape and form, moving my fingers along the letter keys into unknown territories. I delve a little deeper and something else manifests.

Maybe it’s just a gentle nudge or a hint of something sweet that opens another door, a portal perhaps into another world within this one. Ah!!! now that’s what I call Eureka.

Home

Life is a colourful maze of glorious adventures.

Each turn left or right, takes me to some unexplored places.  Like sailing down a river to long-forgotten worlds, I find myself at peace knowing that every turn along the way will bring me closer to myself.

I marvel at the soft textures of materials and the brilliance of each scene that lands upon my screen.

Birds chirp happily in their nest, while summer brims with scents of bbq’d fish and mouthwatering melon.

My home unfolds before me in radiant colorings.

Inner Rhapsody

Sometimes I feel that if I do not connect then I am not truly living.
I am going through the motions but not establishing that one tone
That can set all my strings in harmonic balance. The range of notes
Is extreme, yet I long to hear sounds above the normal spectrum and hone

My senses to concentrate on only one tentative melody that is playing
In the distance; and I am drawn, as if it were a sirens faintest song.
So once again all that I see before me disappears. The only reality
This need to absorb these hints of rapturous phrases. I know I belong

With this music. I know it is my heart that dances when I hear this beat.
Only this rhythm can fill me. Other music cannot attain these heights.
Only when the rarest musician and the rarest instrument have found
One another can this clarity of perfection be played.

When, ones sights Attune to this level of mastery, one may consider oneself supremely blessed.

This fortune is thought by most to not even be possible. The reality
Of this unified combination produces a composition that is simply out of this world.
It doesn’t have its basis in normal defined parameters, its inclusive totality

Encompasses ranges that can be heard as underlying base components.
Its measurement scale cannot be calculated. The instrument has the capacity
To influence the whole expression of the spectrum. The melody brings light
Into a space that once only held darkness. This is the power of rhapsody.

There is a joy that ushers forth when this symphony of symphonies is heard.
There is no equal to its glory. It captures your full attention and for this rapt time
Bliss escorts you into divine companionship. The fullness of union plays.
There is nothing else worth listening to.

Nothing else is anywhere near as sublime.