There Is A Place

There Is A Place

There is a place between knowing you are priceless 
and at the same time, recognizing you are nothing. 

Somewhere between those two poles, live;
if you can.

       Keith Green's The Prodigal Son Suite touches on life between these two poles, while at the same time telling a compelling story of redemption. The opening orchestral music is just breathtaking. Take a listen!

The Prodigal Son Suite, Keith Green

A Mime

A Mime

A mime stands upon a gallows 
for a crime he did not do.
When give a last chance to speak
he remains true to his art.

A crowd of hundreds has gathered 
to see his final performance,
knowing he will not talk. 

The mime takes from the sky 
many bright spheres,
lays them on a table,
expressing deep love for the companionship
and guidance they have given him 
for so many years. 

He brings the sea before our eyes.
Somehow, an emerald fin appears, splashes. 
Look, there is turquoise rain.

He removes his heart from his body 
and seems to arouse all life 
on this splendid earth.

He mounts his soul upon the body of Freedom.
The great breeze comes by.
The sun and the moon join hands. 

For a moment, an extraordinary moment,
everyone knows that God is real. 


         This poem reads more like a story and I would encourage you to read it that way, to let it speak to you as its intended, to impart someone's life story, their final moments lived in trueness to their own self. In Letters To A Young Poet, Rilke penned: "Most experiences are unsayable; they come to fullness in a realm that words do not inhabit. And most unsayable of all are works of art, which —alongside our transient lives— mysteriously endure.
        And so as the sun set, the mime gestured on, mysteriously enduring.

A Singing Cleaning Woman

A Singing Cleaning Woman

A leaf says,

"Sweehearts - don't pick me,
for I am busy 
doing God's work.

I offer like a rose to 
the Sky 

a singing cleaning woman,
dusting all the shelves 
in the air 

with my elegant 
green rags. 

I have a heart. 
I can know happiness
like You." 

                There are people doing God's work everywhere, keep your eyes peeled for them. What was interesting to me is that Hafiz did not choose someone with a lofty profession (neurosurgeon) or a very valuable object (jewelry) in his poem about doing God's work. He chose to have a leaf offer its services as a cleaning woman to the sky. Does that mean anything to you? Should we reevaluate the common perception about what labor is "holy", "needed", "revered"?

When Autumn Leaves Start to Fall

A Photomanipulation by Luiza Lazar 

Build a House For Men and Birds

Build a House For Men and Birds

Build a house for men and birds. Sit with
them and play music.

For a day, for just one day, talk about that
which disturbs no one

and bring some peace, my friend, into your
beautiful eyes.


           Music is a language that disturbs no one. It is an enormous uplifting force that is felt equally in all parts of the world. You can speak different languages, come from different lifestyles, yet still enjoy the beauty of harmonic expression.

          Take a moment to watch these two electrifying videos about the power of music.

Extraodinary Pantene Commercial 

The Landfill Harmonic Orchestra