Music be the heart.

{Pablo Picasso, Old Guitarist}

 

My heart be still as the music flows through my ears to lift me…again. Time and time again… I wish to float away. So many times, I feel like I do not fit, do not belong and wonder why I am here.

What did I volunteer for here again?

I listen for that answer and hear the laughter of my soul.

Hmm. Really? That is all you are going to say today. Well. Okay… I burst out and join in the joy. Why wonder? I have too much love and joy… a lover of that music flowing through me into dance through this life. It is all that experience of the ups and downs of love in all its forms.

Do not take it ‘too’ personally. Ha ha. Well, I attempt to detach and disconnect, yet is that not part of the reason for being here… connection and attraction?

Ah, the paradox of life. Again, my mind wonders and wanders out into the field of endless unanswered questions of pondering.

Then, music brings me home. The stroke of guitar and I am home. He has had that power over me for years. Even traveling through his town, my heart chakra opened wide for the first time.

I did not know him, yet I did. I looked over the town, knowing I belonged here, yet I never returned. He never leaves me. Not since childhood has he. We grew up together, yet not. He lived on the other side of the world, literally.

His music is my breath, it seems. Whispers to my soul each moment in secret ways I do not understand… yet?!

I stand still and feel my heart beat. I stand still and the words form on the paper. I close my eyes and understand the meaning of love and bliss… count my blessings as my fingers move with the music playing.

In the stillness of the early morning, I dance with the stars; I look up and see Grace before my wonders of why I am here. My mind stops as I breathe in the starlight wisdom. The beauty so profound, I am one with this moment.

No wondering why I am here. Be the witness.

I stop and breathe through music and the stars dancing, I understand. Connection of soul and breath stars to my heart and music interweaves it all so beautiful.

My questioning continues… yet not in this moment. I yield to the stillness.

How can I be any more than I am?

 

 

{Sing me a song.}

 

 

Genevieve DuBois
Genevieve DuBois is the pen name of Jennifer Hillman. The sensual side of her personality embraces sexuality and sensuality of passion and the passionate nature of herself – a vulnerable, nurturing truth with a strong determination, mixed with the fragility of the feminine. Embracing the very essence of the powerful Goddess that she truly is has been an ongoing process. Her writing is reflective of this process and inner growth. Connect with Genevieve on Facebook and Twitter.
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