Dancing to the Symphony of Life

In one of the valleys of this magical island, I found a grassy spot.  It was a beautiful day, with bugs and butterflies all around, the sweet smell of ripe, red apples in the air, and a refresing breeze touching the leaves and grassy tops ever so lightly. 

I heard the voices of my loved ones drifting somewhere in my memories, like some pink and white cherry petals floating on a crystal clear stream.  Their voices became stronger as I walked deeper into the grassy area, and the memories became little drifting candles pulling me deeper into the river of things that happened a long time ago.  I felt the tucking at my feet, and felt how the memories now flowed through my body, warming every part of my being, and reminding me of places in my soul that have been cold for so long…

I started the slow dance to the rythm of the memories, and became one with the trees, the wind, the air, the clouds.  My feet moved around in the grass, leaving spots where the stems were bent and broken, releasing the smell into the air.  I was taken back even futher, remembering the faces that go with the voices of my loved ones…

My whole body was part of the rythm now, swaying and swinging to the music that flowed in and out of me.  Higher and faster, the dance went to a place high above the valley I found my body in, and I looked down at my body as I was flying and soaring on the wind.

I saw the tunnel of light open up before me, and so wanted to go there…all my loved ones were waving at me, beckoning me to come closer, to join them in their world of pure light and perfection…

But I suddenly felt the silver chord that connected my spirit to my body, jerk.  I knew that I had a choice: Break the chord and fly into the tunnel with my loved ones, or go back to my body…

I felt the sun beating on my back, but at the same time the wind was cold in my face.  I looked at the tunnel of light, and looked down at my body…

Then I thought back to the music of that mellow, grassy spot down in the valley, and to the rythm of Life pulsing through me as I was dancing down there.

I looked back at the tunnel of light, and whispered a “See you soon…”, for I knew that the music would stop playing one day, and I would be free to go into another symphony with all the ones I loved.

When I returned to the grassy area, I saw the fairy ring of mushrooms where I had danced, and left that place knowing that I had left my footprints there forever.

The Symphony

When I had her all the time,

I thought,

we had all the time in the world…

So I spent a lot of time

without her…

Now I know

that evey human being

only has so many breaths,

and the life you breath into others

are the only breaths worth remembering…

Take time to listen to the music of Life’s beautiful noise,

Compose your own songs,

direct your own symphony.

Dance to the rythm until you are out of breath.

Refuse to throw your time away -

it is your most precious gift.

Give it to the ones that will keep you breathing

after their time has dripped away,

for all eternity…