A haunting track written after beholding his newborn baby’s eyes, composed and played by contemporary German composer and multi-instrumentalist, Stephan Micus. A single steeldrum provides the rhythm part, while the melody is played on an Indian bowed instrument with 4 metal and 24 sympathetic strings known as a dilruba. It is fretted like a sitar while the bridge runs over a goat skin, its range encompassing roughly that of a viola.

Stephan Micus; “Yuko’s Eyes”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_p4DtMK6RA

man outshines the sun
but for an hour, but what
an hour it is!

the falcon,
hearing the drum, flies back
to the king’s forearm

trust, exert and rely
constantly on God, and you will
come to know IT’s ways

when oceans meet
and mingle, a new unknowable
vastness is formed

opening one’s eye;
a glimpse of the hidden
depths within…

Thanks for sharing your heartfelt story, emersonreturn.

I wanted to comment briefly on this; ‘he’s there, you just aren’t picking up on it. you’re too caught up in yourself.’

This smacks of a lack of empathy from someone who’s supposed to demonstrate sensitivity acc. to their station, but I would like to add that our loved ones, knowing us better then anyone else, pick and choose the right time to make their love, presence and whatever else they wish to communicate to us known at a time of their choosing, this usually being when the wave of heightened emotion recedes to some extent.

What I learnt, and continue to learn from my experience, is that, even though they are on the other side, they remain aware of events/occurances out here, but generally appear to have a more detached view while maintaining their end of the exchange of love, even though the nature of the love must transform to some extent.

The wonderful thing is that the bond of love between Souls continues throughout time (since the nature of that love, if true, has its origin in a “nameless, placeless place” to quote Rumi), which implies that we will indeed meet again in another context when the “time is again ripe”.

Thx for your posts here, and I would like to also tip my hat to our friend, ‘ahh’, for keeping this ship afloat and moving. The man is a wonder.

there is nothing in life but love,
and that love resides within us;
death simply takes everything else away
until nothing stands between us
and that love

waking up into the realisation
of Divine Love, the banality of evil
disappears like a puddle
in the noon-day sun

Patricia Janečkova; Once Upon a Time in the West

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=geVBruZAWA4&t=18s

God Makes Use of Man’s Motives

God makes use of man’s
motives, ever turning Soul
toward Itself

every man is a part
of and contributes to the state
of the world

the man in
existential pain thinks only
of God: how to become That!

when the crisis
passes, the worldly man returns
to his infidelities

the Friend says;
he who hates you, hates me,
he who loves you, loves me!

Speak low if you speak of love… Shakespeare

If You Speak of Love

Speak with reverence if you speak of life,
Speak here below as you speak up above.
Speak with certainty where confusion is rife,
Speak low if you speak of love.

Speak with wisdom if you speak of death,
Speak with forbearance should push come to shove.
Speak with assurance under your breath,
Speak low if you speak of love.

Speak with silence if among eagles,
Speak with compassion if among doves.
Speak to the one that’s made so regal,
Speak low if you speak of love.

Speak with reverence if you speak of life,
Speak with humility from up above.
Speak with patience should you speak of strife,
Speak low if you speak of love.

Come warriors of noble heart and intent,
Whether yours be the sword or the pen;
Come take thy rest and be content,
That the body may heal, and refreshed, rise again.

Let the next battle wait, let the enemy gloat,
While you shore up your strength and replenish your stores.
To eat, drink and rest is the best antidote
That the Soul on new wings may once again soar!