We are not mirrors of those we love, but prisms, reflecting and refracting in myriad ways.
| Sound and Light Sound and Light were friends. Sound worked hard. There was so much noise in the world. He was kept busy sorting the noise from the music and trying to create new songs from the random noises around him. Sometimes, Sound despaired that he would ever achieve real harmony. Light, on the other hand, had only to shine then all was clear. Sound loved Light. She seemed so serene and at peace. She was pure. But one day, Sound saw something new, a rainbow of many colors that lined up and danced in the sky. It was beautiful, Sound thought, but it wasn’t pure. It wasn’t Light as he knew her. He called to Light. “Light, I like your rainbow. But now, could you please become Pure Light again? I love your clarity, your purity, your Oneness.” Light looked at him through her rainbow prism. When she answered, her colors danced through her words. “Those colors are as much a part of me as the clear Light you usually see,” she told Sound. “I am made of many colors. There is red anger, green envy, blue sadness, purple pride, yellow happiness. All the colors are in me. Usually, I bring them all together into Oneness and then we are clear. But today, I want you, my friend, to see me in all my colors.” Sound listened with dismay. “But, but—“ “No buts, Sound. You too, are made of many notes. I listen to your beautiful tones, but also your discordant ones, knowing that you will bring them together into harmony. Then I listen to the symphony of sounds you have created, a beautiful whole.” Sound answered, “Yes, I do that. I try hard to make harmony out of discord, to bring all into one melody. But it is hard work.” “Do you think it is not just as hard for me?” Light asked quietly. “Only I make less noise about it.” Sound paused in uncharacteristic silence. “Watch,” Light continued. “Pause, take a full rest, and watch my symphony now. A symphony of light.” Sound did as she asked. He was still, very still, so that not a sound was heard that night on Earth. Meanwhile, Light played her show. Rainbows arced over the Equator, while Blue and Green Northern Lights danced at the Poles. Even the waves in the seas sparkled with color. Sound was breathless, silent, watching. And as he watched, he learned about Light. He watched her blues, her greens, her reds…and he began to understand her in a New Light. Not the Pure Clear Light he had adored, but a real colorful, multifaceted Light. And now he loved her even more. “Come join me,” Light called. Inspired, Sound did just that, taking the sounds of Earth, combining them in ways he never had before, until the colors Light had created were infused with harmonious chords, wonderful melodies, and an entire symphony of Sound and Light that we call Life. -MW | Love Love is blind, or so it's said, But who, pray tell, needs eyes in bed. Love is irrational, or so it's said, But who, in love, wants a clear head. Love is short-lived, or so many say, But what, on earth, is here to stay. Love may be blind, mad and fleeting, But a gift it's still, a treasured godsend, An awesome challenge and a rare pleasure That is best lived and not long pondered. Two Paths Accusations spawn recriminations, Recriminations attract vengeance, Vengeance invites revenge, Revenge breeds retribution, A lineage without end! Praise nurtures well-being, Well-being spreads contentment, Contentment spawns kindness, Kindness stirs gratitude, A lineage without end! Some opt for one, Some opt for the other Of these two paths. One breeds hate, The other love. The choice is yours, The rewards are yours! Relationships If interaction is to be positive, Don't overwhelm, persuade, Talk less and listen more, Empathize, don't antagonize, Whisper, don't shout, Help rather than harm, Be neither arrogant nor servile, And tranquil rather than agitated. You will then be heeded and valued! And who wants more? -JM Epigrams by JM Love adds to giver and recipient, hatred takes from both. To appreciate is to elate, to deprecate is to sow hate. It is not what is said, but what is heard, that counts. Too much I leaves too little room for we. |
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| What is it about a rainbow That delights us so? The fleeting unexpectedness That cannot be served Upon command or request But only when deserved. Scientists will say the light Bends to make a rainbow. And that is true. But a rainbow can also Mean more, much more To me and you. -MW Unspoken, Love is a crystal: Pure white light. Lit by another, Rainbow delight. -MW | Where is our love, Where can it be found? Look not here above, But deep in the ground. Down where the bulbs lie In the rich fertile earth, Waiting for Sun's warmth To bring them to birth. Look deep in the heart, Into lonely soul, Perhaps we'll find love That will make us whole. Perhaps there we'll find The true love so deep We knew long ago, A love we swore to keep. If you look deep and long, That true love you will find, Our first lovelorn song That us still does bind. An everlasting bond, Here, today, and beyond. -MW |
My heartfelt thanks to the three members of the WWOC who helped me with the artwork and music. I could not do it without you. The WWOC rocks!