A Bitter-Sweet Symphony

I was listening to this song recently and I realized it's a perfect metaphor for the human experience. Every person has their ups and downs, their highs and lows, their triumphs and tragedies. They taste the bitterness and the sweetness of life in varying degrees on a daily basis. But not everyone realizes that both sides of the coin are equally significant, and in a way the bad is actually a good thing if you understand why it exists in the first place.

The only reason you ever experience anything "bad" is so that it can inspire the desire for something "good" within you. You are constantly being directed by your emotions and when something feels good to you, you know without a doubt that it is an experience you truly want. When something feels not-so-good, the opposite is the case.

So you may wonder, what is it that orchestrates this great symphony of ever-flowing form that creates your contrasting life experience? Well, it cannot be the form itself, for a conductor cannot conduct the music and play all the instruments simultaneously. It must be something more, something greater, something beyond the transient illusion of time, space, and matter.

While we experience the vivid music of this "Great Composer", often times we miss the one composing it, and we get lost in the intense sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and feelings that comprise our physical reality. It's as though the instruments have taken on a mind of their own, and, perceiving themselves as separate from their composer, they begin to function in disharmony. Their music is no longer pleasing to the ear, rather, it is quite painful.

The discordant noises represent the mind activity of most human beings who have lost touch with their Source, their essence. They have lost touch with the "Great Composer" and are no longer capable of playing in harmony with all the other instruments in the orchestra.

Eventually the instruments begin to break down from the dysfunctional music and are either destroyed, or through their suffering, forced to reconnect with the Great Composer and thereby produce harmonious music once more. The music then has an added quality to it, an ethereal quality, as the instruments become aware that they are not merely lone fragments, but part of a magnificent symphony arranged by the "Great Composer" who they are intimately intertwined with and infinitely connected to.

You, in fact, are this Great Composer molding and arranging the flow of form whether you consciously realize it or not. When you lose touch with this Truth, it is easy to lose your way in life and have a constant bitter taste in your mouth. To reconnect with your essential and ultimately formless nature is to taste the delectable sweetness of life once again and fulfill your purpose for existing in the first place.

The Art of Forgiveness

Forgiveness-
Reconciling that which can never be repeated, except in the mind's eye, where it is broken and cannot be fixed. The suffering stems from this fact, from your inability to change what you perceive as the mistakes of your past.

You must surrender this pain to eternity, you must realize that the Universe only knows second chances, and you must understand that your only source of redemption is NOW. There is no redemption to be found in the repetition of past events within your mind, only more suffering.

The only redemption that exists is in the fluid and non-resistant action that can only occur NOW. You will find appreciation for your past mistakes and in this appreciation lies true healing.

Every mistake we make is like the space that exists between each step on a staircase. This space is what provides the platform for upward movement and growth. Without this space, there is no staircase, but only a ramp that you keep sliding back down. Trying to avoid mistakes out of fear of failure is the only true failure that exists.

Remember that your mistakes stemmed within you the will to change, and the sweetness of your success is always directly proportional to the depth and pain of your past transgressions.

"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heal that has crushed it." - Mark Twain

Poems By Me Poetry

Laying in Lonely Longing
A pain I can't define
Wishing hoping and wanting
I can only wonder why
I let myself fall from love
And drown in my own fear
I question if I've had enough
It's been so many years
Since I felt the Truth of who I am
Coursing through my veins
How can I find the light inside
When I sit in the pouring rain?
To end this life and take the jump
Doesn't seem so scary now
I could move on and climb this hump
But it's easy to slide back down
I wish I had some wings to fly
And leave this cold hard ground
As I lay in my pain and question why
The answer is already found
It's not something you can understand
Not a sight, a smell, or a sound
It's a silence I find when I look inside
So subtle I can't ignore
The lock is the illusion of time
And freedom is the Door




One thing I know when I was home
I never ever felt alone
Then I spread my wings for my will had grown
I decided to dance with the hills and stone
Born to a body, my instant mold
I did the things that I was told
My bones grew long while my thoughts grew old
And I lost myself in the undertow
I wandered about from year to year
Searching for what I held most dear
But what do I find when there's no more fear?
A taste of home still lingers here



A Tree
A shadow of timeless peace
Whose journey will never cease
Until the Sun is reached
I can almost see her grin
As she dances in the wind
Growing out as well as in
I wonder where she's been
But she thinks not of the past
For a moment never lasts
I listen to her laugh
As she dances with the grass
She never does complain
When the skies begin to rain
No sun might bring her pain
But it also gives her gain
She drinks the Father's tears
To wash away her fears
And as the heavens clear
The birds will gather near
They perch upon her hands
And chirp with sweet romance
They tell me of their plans
To melt the hearts of man


The Sun gleams
a shimmering blanket of rosy red
on the clouds below

A soft wind lingers
and the trees whisper

Something beyond profound
beyond words
beyond knowing

They whisper my name


Something stirs within me
But what could it be?
A feeling, an empty feeling
Empty yet fully alive
The space for a new creation
The womb of infinite nuance
A new form
A new vibration that has never been before
Nor will ever be repeated
And this space
This seemingly empty space
Is who I really am