An Introduction to Mystery

Have you ever lost yourself in the sounds of the world around you? When you close your eyes and the world seems somehow more magical and your troubles are no more than grains of sand blowing with the wind. I have never been able to explain the mysterious emotion that covers me up from head to toe, wrapping me between the sounds of music. And so I write, poetry, music, blurbs within my blog, knowing only the few people who read this may know of the mystery I write about. I sit listening now to the music I've recorded and posted and wonder about how different it is than any other music I've heard.

I never really cared about making money or fame, as an aim that is shallow and superficial. What I want, have wanted and will always want is to lose myself somewhere in that mystery, that the depth of what I do takes me away to someother time and place. It never completely works out that way with my own music but perhaps I'm too close to it. When I listen to Michael Hedges or Jose Gonzales or Sigur Ros and feel the greatest joy and the greatest sorrow I have ever felt at the same time, it pulls my spirit out of my body and feels as if I can spread my arms out and lift up off ground, flying through the cool breeze.

I have noticed the same feeling from time to time after I have woken up and a dream still lingers in my mind. Not typical dreams, but the ones that carry some quiet emotion that builds and builds in my mind and remains with me throughout the day until I fall asleep again. When I feel everything around me at once and I am connected to it. When I feel as if the only real purpose we have, will ever have in this world is what we give ourselves. Its how we view our situations and what meaning we choose to give them that carries us.

So, I find that emotion, that mystery in the poetry and music of the world around me and in the love people share. I wonder how many people are listening to it? I walk down the sidewalks and watch all the other people scurrying about their days and wonder, do they hear it or am I slowly going crazy? Is crazy even a bad thing considering the sane people in this world completely plugged into their possessions and oblivious of the beauty all around them all the time. I wonder if they will ever know that rhapsody?