Life's Grand Ball

LIFE'S GRAND BALL

We dance in rhythm

Hand in hand

To the beat

Of the common band

Obscured in the crowd

Our solitude hidden

We long for love

We dream and hope

Yet alone we find

That we must cope

What good is joy

That cannot be shared

The need to give

The want, to be cared

The tempo beats on

Moments come, and are gone

We spin to the music of life

The ebb and flow

Of joy and strife

Even when

Among others surround

We are alone, within our thoughts

Our true self is found

Contemplating, the trite and profound

This together, our common ground

The rhythm’s and patterns

That we see

Are reflections

Of our inner chi

Together we play

Our symphony

Out of our seeming cacophony

What worth

Do my dreams have

When measured against

The myriad voices

That I do hear

From those afar

And those near

I learned to take joy

In that of others

And suffer in pain

When they fall and stumble

In what others see

As being humble

Tis a salve

This vicarious view

Putting off the good and bad

What I am due

What else can I do?

We dance in patterns

One and all

But some of us

Stand against the wall

Waiting for the call

In life’s grand ball

-Shiidon, February 2013

Still on a theme of listening to what I call contemplative music I found this poem spring from some thoughts while driving home from work tonight.  My day started off driving towards a most beautiful full moon.  I am moved by a full moon more than any other phase.  There is much to see and appreciate in nature.  The Bahá'í Fast is approaching and I already am finding myself contemplating deeper thoughts and patterns in life.  There are stories to tell, poems to share and thoughts to meditate upon.  I see a lot of this in the next few weeks.