This morning, early, as I emerge from underground onto the tony avenue where I spend my office days, the light is clearly growing brighter and stronger with the season. Behind the Arc de Triomphe stretches a bold swath of pink sky.
It’s gone when I pass again hours later. But spring is irrefutably near.
Crossing a broad paved plaza, I think of the beach.
The waves rise and fall, each different – in shape, size, intensity, density, color, weight – and each not separate from the one watery ocean.
Their causes and effects differ: Low tide results from different conditions and has different consequences than high tide. A tsunami effects the environment differently than a gentle lapping on the shore.
Yet it’s all one body of water.
Sometimes I see mainly the waves. Sometimes I see mainly the immense ocean. And sometimes I experience waterwavesocean, not shallow or deep, both shallow and deep, fathomless to the horizon at my feet.
Like a day at the office.
This morning is full of radiant Spring light and beauty. Ocean and waves all around…fragility-explodingchest-love-music-silence…beautiful, beautiful!!!
Today our little grandson broke his arm and had to undergo surgery.
To think of his pain, his fragility and helplessness…
The music can be uneasy and unfit for making a happy dance. But it is music.
Also today I read something that kind of annoyed me.
“Only a life without pain is emptier than a life without love.”
I don’t think there is such a thing as an empty life or a full one.
The music can come from an orchestra or from the ticking of a clock. It is music.
Pure silence is music too.
One eye sees it.
One ear hears it
One heart realizes it.
I dont know who is hearing the music. Just hears!
Who hears the music?
Only the difference of notes and the silence between – make music.
Music only exists in the wide open plain of silence.
But who is falling? and who is rising?