Cosmic singer

Thumbnail image from the National Tile Museum in Lisbon

I can try once again, if you give me the strength to go on. If you put me back on my feet, I would be willing to. It’s just been a disheartening defeat. A disheartening retreat.

I understand it would work if I let go of everything I came to know. Crazily enough, I’m even willing to. What else can I do, really? Don’t have so many choices. But also, I would come willingly. I like that you ask it of me. I like to be asked.

I know it feels like being apart, but we’re not really. You’re just sailing in the bark with us all around you. We are the waters you’re in, so close to you! So close to you.

We know you feel hemmed in. Of course you do, of course you do. It makes all the sense in the world that you do. We don’t hold it against you in any way.

In a way it breaks our heart too, to be so close to you but to know you don’t feel it. We’re all in this together. So even though it’s nasty weather, please know you’re not alone. Alone is just a tone.

Please know you’re not alone, and alone is just a tone.

You feel it with your resonant body, because you are made to. You amplify what comes flying by, because you’re meant to. Yes you feel it deep, terribly deep, because you’re meant to. Darling, you’re made for this. Doesn’t mean there’ll be no bliss, that is just a mind-trick. That is just a dirty trick, a dirty old magic trick.

Yes you feel things deep, because your ocean is deep, but you’re meant to. There’s nothing wrong with you doing what you’re supposed to do for all.

Just give voice to what you sense into. Just give voice, whether or not you consent to what is there. Give voice to what is there whether it’s bound too tight or loose. Just give voice and you’ll restore yourself to choice. Restoring choice for all. You’re restoring choice in the long run darling.

The short run has nearly had you undone, we know. Your run won’t go on for so very long. The time will come when you go back to the sun you are. The time will come when you go back into the sun you are.

Until then, darling, keep singing your songs. Whether they’re light or dark, whether they’re right or wrong. Whether they’re songs of love or songs of despair doesn’t matter at all. Just sing the song that’s there, is all that matters now. Just sing whatever you find, sing it out.

Sing it out, make it bigger. Whatever you find, bring it out. Make it bigger. That’s all you are, cosmic singer. That’s all you’re here to do, cosmic singer.