Monday, October 1, 2012
180/365 - Serenade
Oh, how a song can expose the most secret searchings of the soul. It lays in wait until the very moment the soul itself weeps of fatigue, when the usual demon chasing and solitude induced mornings after a good eight hours of sleep and a few sun salutations still don't chase the clouds away. The song and the soul meet in the moment of surrender, when you admit that what you wanted was merely another of life's illusions and that your reality is an illusion to those who can't hear your soul sing.
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Funny. I read this after hearing an Ingrid Michaelson song at her show on Sunday night that has now held a pretty solid grip on me for the better part of a week. Has anyone seen through the illusion to your reality yet? Anyone hearing your soul sing?
ReplyDeleteI'd love to hear more about the concert...We listen to Ingrid all the time and love her! Tell me more about this "solid grip...."
ReplyDeleteIn answer to your questions, "yes, a rare few and not often enough."