Jan

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.

Love Is

Love … when I am feeling it I am complete.

Gratitude is a natural by product, because the outlook is good,
whether or not everything is going my way or not.
If clarity fills my sight, I am happy, sadness has disappeared,
and hope rises brightly on the horizon.

I find the fluctuations of our emotional terrain to be like the weather. However even if it rains, I have an umbrella to protect me, regardless of what is happening on the outside.

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.