And as I hear the song, I also know that it is the song of hundreds of voices that sing it all at once and send it straight to the enchanted heart who can hear its melody . But it is also the song of men and woman who haven’t barely walked the path of life but who have bravely lived to see and feel. It is the sound of the beat of life itself and all of those who have somehow managed to see this same life as an eternal faith !
How many worthy goods would you happily give away for The Hand to take you back to the kingdom of your happy childhood upon your humble request, and thereby live the days when seeing was believing, and equally live the nights when after your prayer, dreaming under the sky full of stars was all that you ever asked for… A time when the heart prevailed over the intellect which you had yet to discover and foremost the time when you could easily tab in all the subtle energies of every living and non living things that surrounded you and that composed your world … A world that was timeless but that has now become priceless if you but recall the immensity of the innocence you have left. Ah! How many of us have retained the heart of the child within and still live their life as a grand adventure…?
And as my eyes lay on the blue lights that magically blend with the whiter sparks invading the room on this windy night , I am now able to unravel your invisible name and see with a smile the true face of that which you are… You are the complete seven notes when played at once, You are here and yet everywhere at the same given moment, You are the equilibrium of the scale you seek and chose by the dark face of anger and fear you have seen, And your heart lays in the east… Yet, time only will ever tell if the miles you travel ever succumb to the thing you are missing… Ah! Welcome to my world and I to yours, Samurai glider!
And a new day came when tired of waiting for fate to speak and most uncertain of it all, she walked in the openness of the moment and the following she wrote:
‘The hour that is now is filled with no pride but the one to write.
This hour has no dignity of danger either for in the world of pure feelings, none of it exists.
This hour is when the weapons fall down and the man sees with the heart and no longer with the mind and says…Amor vincit omnia !
In this hour you are the vision of everything that lays ahead of me though you are everything I cannot see…
And in mysterious ways does He and His universe work and mysterious enough is life itself and reoccurring encounters with forgotten ones …
Yet my sweet playfellow, as all the avatars that have preceded you and who shall follow after you, wisdom strikes only once even when hearts can beat twice in a lifetime and thus I bed you farewell for in truth, the link to a gateway is what you were and alas never will you be the gateway itself where the heart lays…!’
By firmness and courage I shall vanquish my fear,
By wisdom and insight I shall find the way or create one,
By His good fortune I shall be nothing but a giver when the hour is over,
And by the divine star under which I awake day after day, I shall dare to win for she who dares wins,
Ah! Long live the journey …. !