There are days when I feel like doing nothing. The mind wants to curl up and drift away into the unknown with only the tunes in my heart for company. I let the sounds waft through me as my soul luxuriates in that delicious indolence. Those days are few, but precious. At a time when most of us are harried and hurried, such days make me ponder about many things.
As I lie in my foetal position I wonder, if before creation and since, the universe also listened to its own heartbeat as it let its mind drift. Did its heart also beat in rhythm? My head does not know the answer but my soul believes that curled up somewhere, in its cosy corner, the mighty unknown also tapped its feet to its own tune. Maybe it is still doing so, the universe and I playing our own sweet little symphony. Maybe at times the tunes match and there is a resonance; those brief moments when I feel the vast unknown within the little me. Bound by music we look at each other and smile before we part, like two fond companions who are confident that they will meet again in those shores where all tunes merge in harmony.
Leaving you with a few of my favourite lines:
At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
Of harps playing unto Love to unclose
The pale gates of sunrise?
“At that Hour” by James Joyce