Resonance

We live in a constant exchange of energy with the world around us. Here is something I wrote to

articulate this. Unfortunately, I could not make this poem rhyme. However, here is the music to which

it was written. Perhaps listening along as you read might create a better experience :-).

• Distant Memory by Philip Wesley

• Nuvole Bianche by Ludovico Einaudi, cover by Jacob's Piano

Resonance

The notes of a song fill my heart like the soft footfalls of countless fragrant petals.

They travel within and emerge back, gently floating around me.

My thoughts take flight and weave through them, emerging as words.

Creating a projection of life infused with soft melodies.

Bringing its delicate beauty to the fore.

I sit in silence before the mountains, as the universe flows in and out.

I write in a frenzied search of nothingness, that reveals the beauty of life.

Long after, I carry a fragment of the stillness and silhouette of the mountains within.

And recognize it in my father’s words of reassurance on an ordinary day.

Nudged by gentle winds, the autumn leaves tumble on the streets.

Swirling down playfully from the tree branches.

Finding their blazing hues and subtle motion within me. 

And I find myself twirling merrily with my children on the neighborhood streets.

Kindness from a friend lingers as a sweet fragrance long after we meet.

With gratitude, I extend the warmth to another at another time.

An exchange is set in motion, traveling through hearts for years and miles.

Until one day all of it comes back to me - as a familiar fragrance that reminds me of my friend.

The river of time flows swiftly while I am yet to find the gifts within me to give away.

I wake up abruptly one morning to a realization. 

It's not the gifts that I need to find, because all I really need to give away is myself. 

So I try to find the cheer within every moment and spread it to the world as much as I can.

I spent a lifetime digging for so-called ‘jewels’.

I was engrossed in my quest, until one day I glanced upwards at the magnificently blue skies.

Catching my glance, the sky wove it's way through me.

Sweeping away everything, leaving enormous space behind. 

Now I wait earnestly for the next time. 

Sometimes, I catch the sky glancing at its reflection in my eyes.

Thrilled, I hop and glide amongst the vibrant spring flowers.

Knowing that the space within finds resonance with the blues above.

Dew drops hang on the parapet on a crispy winter morning.

They fall on my arms playfully, spreading coolness.

That captures the chilly night and the peace of the sleeping trees. 

They cascade away within me and appear as words on paper.

Infusing a deep, restful reassurance.

And slowing down the moments of my day with patience and clarity.

I unfold a million layers of my ego one by one.

In my dreams I dance without a single one, until my eyes open.

And the weight settles back in.

I witness the green leaves flapping in the wind and leave myself behind to dance with them.

Like I did in my dreams.

I travel back, light as a feather learning to embrace myself again with love.

I glide and swim in the currents of life.

Until suddenly, I find myself dangling within a hair's breadth of the truth.

It’s luminosity and warmth are ever so close, radiating into my soul.

My heart tries its best but can not transcend the distance.

So I linger for as long as I can, still as a rock, listening silently for what I must do.

There are no answers, just a subtle stillness. 

And the glimpse is gone.

Releasing me back into the river of time wherein plays the symphony of life.

I feel lost without any answers but the stillness leads me forward.

It embraces the notes that were going astray, and slowly and gracefully they begin to fall in place. Unfolding a wondrous melody.

The tremendous love of dear ones reverberates far, wide and deep into the universe.

Traveling through time and space, existence and beyond.

Every moment, in every lifetime I slip and fall, I am carried by their love, and I fly again. 

I realize therefore, that I need to love with everything I have got.

As it will forever carry my loved ones through their lifetimes.

The evening winds bring a dampness laden with the soothing chill of the Pacific waves.

My worries fly away into the dusky sky like light feathers.

And I find the soothing winds within instead. 

The leaves rustle and dance, the setting sun plays hide and seek.

And kids make castles in the sand as I head back thoughtless and rejuvenated.

Like millions on this planet, as I fall asleep, all my worries travel all the way to the Sun.

And it transforms them to pure gold.

Pouring them in as warm rays to heal the world the next day. 

My mother's wake up call brimming with love, my sister’s loving embrace,

My father's jovial laughter and his unwavering faith in our abilities.

All the moments of the growing up years cascade through me into my children.

And I witness a childhood in the making, infused with generations of love and care.

So many different personalities and sensibilities uniting together in a common thread of familyhood. Resonating within the little hearts.

And I realize,

I will always find my loved ones within me and 

I shall always be found within them.

Life is nothing but a string of breaths in succession.

Which facet of the world shall I take in for each one.

And which facet of myself shall I exude every time?

The world meets me within with every intake.

A clash of two blends into one to create something new.

So I merge into the world piece by piece.

Until the separation ceases to exist.

I can find the rhythm and grace of a ballerina within me as she takes a bow after her performance.

I can find the colors within my soul to paint the murals I see on the street.

I can imagine my fingers moving on the piano keys as I hear a beautiful composition.

When my heart is uncaged of its thoughts, I glide in the skies, seeing the world from a bird's vantage point.

And I realize,

Every single note ever played,

Every song ever sung,

Every brush stroke on the canvass,

Every word written in a composition,

Every magnificent stroke on the game field,

Every gesture rooted in love and authenticity,

Every endeavor to go beyond the limits of human ability,

Was the light traversing through us.

And the light is everywhere, in bits and pieces, beating inside our hearts.

It transforms through each prism, painting the world in a multitude of colors.

The whole world is luminous in its acts of kindness, benevolence, love and patience.

What shall be done and undone, I do not know.

What shall bloom and blossom or diminish and disappear, I do not know.

What shall be the story as I look behind, I do not know.

What shall be the final measure of each lived moment, I do not know.

But I do know what shall always remain.

Love.

-Preetika