Within Resonance

Music from a long-ago song is held in our heart.

Each moment be brave, sing your own piece of art.

With sweet harmony, rhythm and swing,

let the music calm your worries. Let your heart sing.

The muses have offered you a puzzle to solve. It is not a chore.

It is a mission to find your way to pass through memories door.

Close your eyes and all alone hear

the musical reality of a place you hold dear.

Schuman identified the resonant heartbeat of the Earth

The sweet spot rings at 7.83 hertz

Here Elves, Sprites, Jets and lightning sparks

are part of the resonant hum that fills all hearts.

Music from a long-ago song is held in our heart

Each moment be brave, sing your own piece of art.

With sweet harmony, rhythm and swing,

let the music calm your worries. Let your heart sing.

The beat existed before any birthday.

The energy and matter, rocks and sway.

We ‘re part of a musical reality.

Sing your song in your own key.

In utero, echoes of a great protector pulsed around us.

We were connected and part of a family tree, a real plus.

Our human heart started to beat around week five

Once the rhythm was set, we were a being, alive.

In the first trimester, the tempo ramped higher.

We were preparing for something special, to be part of a choir.

A repetitive tribal beat hypnotized us into a trance.

We had our first hit of a rewarding neurological dance.

In trimester two we could sense from within the pond.

We could open eyes, self sooth, hear and respond.

By trimester three, the tempo of a 10-minute mile along the boardwalk

prepared us for delivery, into the classics, ska, reggae, jazz, funk, and rock.

Music from a long-ago song is held in our heart

Each moment be brave, sing your own piece of art.

With sweet harmony, rhythm and swing,

let the music calm your worries. Let your heart sing.

We are wrapped in a package, designed before birth,

Accept yourself as perfect, a delicious fruit of earth.

You can remember what keeps it together.

That prebirth heartbeat has kismet, that synchronizes life forever.

Blow flutes, pan pipes, chant and throat sing,

strum strings, beat drums, make the senses ring.

Create the rhythm and tempo, find your own key

Open possibilities in an unfathomable sea.

When chaos hits, and worries threaten to consume,

remember the heart’s purpose. Do not focus on doom.

Be yourself. Be less afraid of dying than not living.

Be aware of how what, why, where and when you are taking and giving.

When you close your eyes and are all alone

Feel what’s in your very own palace home.

Steady your rhythm, keep variations clever.

Time after time, in saecula saeculorum, for ever and ever

Use Pythagorean, well-tempered, equal or pentatonic tuning.

Find nature's melody, then start crooning

Hug a tree, hear a bird’s song, dance with a bee and whistle along

Take control. Do what makes you once again feel whole.

Music from a long-ago song is held in our heart.

Each moment be brave, sing your own piece of art.

With sweet harmony, rhythm and swing,

let the music calm your worries. Let your heart sing.

and perhaps one day I will eventually figure out how to send my music on vimeo or you tube - look for edits if and when that day arrives.