A guitar with 28 strings generates much sympathy from the cords which were not strummed. Pluck is contagious and inspires much harmony and verve in the vicinity in which it shows face. Sympathetic strings vibrate in response to the jangling around them but are tuned to their own notes. Much distortion adds to the depth of the sound created by this throng. Can you hear my life? How a disturbance in my life rings in the lives which surround me? How I twitch and chime when things are twanged in the lives of my neighbors, my friends, my kin. We make the music of care, the discord of reaction. To every move there is a sound to every sympathy a harmony.
Surprise yourself with the light in your own eyes
THE LIVING DREAM
Throwing yourself into the river in pieces
Drowns you as crumbs.
Casting aside love and longing
makes you less in your heart
and your soul stops beating.
Pitching your tent with critics and complainers
Leaves you out in the cold on warm summer evenings.
Crest the hill to meet the rising sun
Orbit the constellations without hesitation.
Petit point the pictures in your mind
Then set them to music.
The world is your dream
Live it into reality.