Sometimes my Heart sings the somber tones
that have lain dormant
needing expression…
An Adagio emerges
as if someone has died;
maybe that someone is “me,”
the false me… the mask of “me”
that keeps falling off,
leaving something more real exposed…
The grief begins
to sing, to play her strings,
feeling the loss.
I have heard her tune before.
I allow her to play her strings,
until she is played out,
listening to her deeply…
I know that
even the Somber tones are
an expression of the One.
There is no separateness,
no good or bad tones,
just the authentic expression
of what Lives here…
The Somber tones and shades are
Life ItSelf,
inviting me to look deeper,
to find the richness that lives within them…
Their song has to be sung as well.
Even they are the Heart’s language of Love,
calling me to more authentic Living...
©Mystic Meandering
January
27, 2011
