Curtains
A spoken song for the cosmic symphony of life.
Human existence feels like a relentless game of musical chairs where the seats are constantly yanked out from under us. The daily struggle for survival forces a jarring rhythm where people cannot afford to hold a spot for anyone else. It keeps everyone moving in a cycle of self preservation, a discordant chorus revealing how human nature defaults to self interest even though the soul desires symphony.
There is an awareness of this brokenness in our world, we hear its melancholy tune reverberate the core of a shattered cosmic harmony. This fracture is felt in the sinew rather than just processed by intellect. Our minds might try to transpose the scores of life, but our bodies register the low hum of what it takes to exist here beneath (and above) the stars.
We willingly drown out the song of our spirit just to buy a footing in a deafening society. If we stopped to focus on every overwhelming demand in life, the mind would witness how worldly distractions blend individual voices into the curtains. Yet peace can still be heard in the loud moments, which are quiet compared to absolute silence.
We are unique chords, strummed by already forgiven debts bringing to mind a million words meaning love. If this truth is an instrument, like everything else, that’s great news. It means we’re resting in a personal grace that gives us the sound of comfort. After all the commotion through mountains of doubt, to still be filled with wonder in how it plays out is, quite literally, music to my ears.
The last gif is how I imagine Chet Baker saw sheet music while stoned... :)