The Light, that wakes the heart (Philokalia)

Hope

When the child was a child 
It walked with its arms swinging,
 wanted the brook to be a river,
 the river to be a torrent, 
and this puddle to be the sea.

When the child was a child,
 it didn’t know that it was a child,
 everything was soulful, 
and all souls were one.

When the child was a child, 
it had no opinion about anything,
 had no habits, it often sat cross-legged,
 took off running, had a cowlick in its hair, 
and made no faces when photographed.

When the child was a child,
 It was the time for these questions:
 Why am I me, and why not you? 
Why am I here, and why not there? 
When did time begin, and where does space end?

Is life under the sun not just a dream?
 Is what I see and hear and smell not 
just an illusion of a world before the world?

How can it be that I, who I am, 
didn’t exist before I came to be, 
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am? 

(excerpt from Peter Hadke's poem, "Song of Childhood")


Song Of Childhood

A BIG Thank You to Robert Smith and The Cure for all these *22 years (*since "Wish" was out) of joy and inspiration and to the grandiose "cricket symphonic orchestra" of my beloved wife's village for their selfless participation to this recording.

Instant Light

"There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is music in the spacing of the spheres." (Pythagoras of Samos , c. 570 BC – c. 495 BC)

The Invisible Boy