LOVE IS TO HEAR THE MUSIC
Posted on: June 8, 2010
In a huge saloon, there is someone cornered, with her hands tied in front of her legs and her head down between her knees. She is closed.
She doesn’t want to look and see.
She is afraid of the things she might see.
She’s turned back. She has been regressed.
She will stay there for a long time.
She will mourn.
She needs to feel safe.
She will check if everything is alright and in its place time to time. She needs trust.
The need of silence.
Of course, she will tell her story when she finds the ear to listen to her.
To the ones who wait patiently, who smile and who have hearts full of love.
She has tied herself with invisible ties. Later on, she will untie them and be free.
She will cry a lot.
It won’t be easy to stand up. First, she will look at the hand she is holding without looking at his face.
Then to the owner of the hand… Then to the owner of the hand’s owner…
Then she will surrender.
She will hear the sound of water, of wind and of the fall of leaves. She will understand how long even a single fall lasts.
Time will extend. Breath will extend. It will fill her thoroughly. It will take a long time to breathe out.
Then she will hear the ones who hear.
She will not hurry anymore.
She will learn how to overcome her impatience with patience.
Then she will understand with a smile on her face that patience is the key…
A huge bright street…
A bright smiling face…
Hands in her pockets…
Her lips in motion…
Feet are in harmony with the ground. They are in harmony with other feet. Shoes with feet, feet with legs, legs with body and body with head….
Her head is high, flirting with the sky.
And music.
Can you hear the music?
She has already untied her self and now walking…
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