The noise I make, I make by being alive. The footprints of the sounds I make are small.
I breathe, I talk, I cry, I sleep. I never stop making sounds. The sounds I make have small footprints.
I make sounds. Most of the sounds I make as notations in music are rest notes.
The sounds are the sounds of not making sounds. My silences are my companions. My companions are usually invisible.
I know them, my companions, from the first moments I made sounds to and for myself. I heard them with the ears of my ears, outside in the brightly lit, open green fields of my youngest childhood.
The sounds I make can be put down in musical notation. Most are rest notes with limited significance. These rest notes reach my ears. I process them, interpret them, hold hands with them,
The noises I have made throughout my life is a musical score, indiscernible as music. I have produced a few grace notes, which rise above the score. They have a wider footprint. I hang my grace notes on twigs. They sound pretty as I pass back and forth through the forest.
My musical score is like all the other music produced by my fellow beings. My fellow beings are mostly small winged insects. They outnumber human beings. The sounds they make with their wings are their constant companions. These sounds are mostly inaudible to me.
My fellow human beings move. The sounds they make alert me to the Sun, to the Moon, to the seas, to all the things growing in the wide open airs under the vaulted blue skies.
All my days, the music I have made, I make without desiring to create anything. The noises that issue from movements in and from my body are reminders of the energy I release through breathing, thinking, feeling.
I see now there is a music composed of rest notes, white noise, the occasional pure musical tones. These sounds, my constant companions, remind me of my responsibility to try and make harmony out of random.
If I know it, or if I know it not, I have a sacred duty when I open my mouth to hum, or whistle, or speak, or when I look across in silence into the eyes of another.
My responsibility is simple. It is to be in harmony with the energy I draw on when sounds issue from me.
When I am walking on the grass, among trees, on hillsides, on uneven ground close to streams, with the wind in my face, and my feet are placed and placed by my own volition, the energy of my movements is as the energy of light from the almost imperceptible dance of fireflies.
The footprint of the light I create as I move through the natural world is not large. My light is my companion and it is my sole responsibility.
All my long life, it is my light that silently accompanies every instant of my waking thinking dreaming existence.
If I know the light, or if I know it not, now I understand it is with me always. It asks nothing of me, because it is me.
The light is my legacy. I must know that the light I produce has unlimited impact. My light will reveal my purpose, my integrity and the extent to which my harmonious self makes music in my heart
~ Love is present EveryNow