Everything is Music
The Sufi mystic, Rumi, once said
That music lives on
Although all instruments fail.
Music surrounds us
Sometimes unheard, but felt
In our inmost being
It’s like catching a lilac’s scent on the breeze
Or seeing golden light
Reflecting on tree trunks in March
It’s in the smile of a stranger
When life is hard.
Can you hear it?
Can you feel it?
Music breathes through all of life
Singing songs without words
Playing symphonies without notes
Touching, moving, healing
Letting souls unite
In one melody of love
It’s dirty and disgusting.
Its very name is base.
We walk above all sure and smug
Never thinking to give thanks.
Our life arises out of it,
Our sustenance its gift
The dirt that grows our daily bread
Is transformed into a feast.
O Goodness that surrounds me
Brushing across my senses and caressing
Through my very being,
I breathe you in and you become,
For a moment,
The life force coursing through my veins.
In letting go, which I must,
You go happily to bring life to another.
How can it be that such an insubstantial entity
Can, by its absence, doom one to an everlasting death?
You are the breath that sustains me.
You are my undying hope.
I try to hold you in my hands,
But , O, Lord, your elusive substance slips,
Like pure and running water, through my fingers.
I can only take you in, involuntarily, it seems
And let you go, only to inhale you once again,
The cycle repeating with a sweet refrain
Breathing, breathing, breathing
Connecting all who ever breathe in you.
Ah, the wonder!
You are the very air,
The wind that blows across my cheek
The milieu in which I live and move and have being
I cannot grasp the magnitude of such import
Only my heart can caress with sweet abandon
The substance that you are
I kneel in gratitude
My grateful heart thrusting against its walls
My heart, your heart, the world, becoming one.