Intricacies Of Life

I often find myself sitting alone in silence. A cup of coffee in hand. Staring out at nothing. My thoughts usually wonder off to that great big space where humans are so tiny and Life is so big. It does not scare me. On the contrary, it brings me a deep sense of comfort, knowing we are never alone. There is something far greater out there. We are part of it. It exists amidst us. It supports us. And guides our every move.

I think about the Yin and the Yang of Life. The huge intricate woven web that it is. I wonder how the good and the bad, the happy and the sad, the give and the take, the strengths and the weaknesses, even the seemingly fairness and unfairness of it all, work together. The finest details of every human being’s life, of every nation’s path and that of Mother Earth’s journey are all co-existing side by side. Feeding off each other. Supporting one another. Systems amongst systems. Forever in motion. I wonder at how it has all been plotted. That, I’m sure, remains one of the greatest mysteries of Life. An unravelled masterpiece. Confirming, without a doubt, that there are higher powers taking charge of the game of chess, that is Life.

As I turn to greet the morning light, the gentle sun dances across the sheets. Warming my fingertips. His baritone voice is carried through my open window. The brilliance of the crisp blue sky holds space for that voice of velvet to bestow upon us its precious gifts. Gifts of warmth, of beauty and of a spiritual power. Gifts with the ability to envelop us in serenity and gratitude. Gifts of simple magic and love.

In this moment, the man and his voice have complete control. Seemingly the world stands still to listen. To be moved by the depth of his song. I soar with each note. My cocoon is complete. 

He knows he is dying. The end is evident. He sings through his pain. His fears and his sadness. For now, he finds comfort in that beautiful voice. A window in which time can stand still, if only for a few hours. His safe-space. He knows it well. It is where he still maintains a degree of control. Where he has evolved, whilst discovering the many truths about himself.  I am in awe of his ability to share his suffering completely and honestly. Is it enough or will we forever remain ignorant of his battles within. His voice creates a pathway on which we can connect to the man. Allowing us a certain degree of insight. Perhaps he  has chosen to limit our access. Preferring to stand with loved ones only in his darkest hours. He graces us with his voice. A tender act of kindness and generous heart. 

The voice will go silent. He will walk on. Leaving behind the earthly shackles that held him captive in suffering. The deep sadness surrounding his last chapter will eventually recede. Never to disappear. Never to be forgotten. For his life held great purpose. His voice carried messages of love, of pain, of celebrations and of simply being human. Of experiences shared and lessons learnt. 

Once the brutal shock of his departure has passed, the birds will continue his song. The sun will continue to shine on my sheets. Hearts will suffer the loss. Tears will stain many a cheek. Nations will continue to fight and to make peace. Burying the dead. Welcoming the newborns. 

The intricacies of Life will continue weaving through everything in existence. Enhancing the masterpiece. For there is no end to this journey of Life. Only various pathways to be discovered and experienced. To absorb the wisdom we find along the way and to evolve with each turn in the road. And in those precious moments when we are still, in silence, the voice of the man will be heard …