The Spaces Between Redux

People Over Politics, World Over Wealth!

Fire Seeks Surface ~ Philip Brent HarrisFire Seeks Surface ~ Philip Brent Harris


Shall we talk then, shall we sing, discuss Rachmaninoff, analyze Proust,

remembrance of future things? Will you tell me no one knows what tomorrow brings?

As musicians fingers fly, over strings, along the keys; quickly, quickly, come listen.

Not only notes, words, intonation, intention, momentary suspension of belief, disbelief,

worry, care. Moments in amber, aria of strings chase, flee, point and counterpoint.

On point, pointillist. Can we resist? Carried along a gentle stream, ripples, dances,

entrances, grows, builds. Not yet. Do we hear approaching rapids, a mighty waterfall,

then, sudden silence? We have come ashore.Interludes of wonder, breezes, leaves dancing–

We stand. Awestruck. Nature nurtures, expands before our ears,  eyes, miracles and

wonders. Wondering how we never noticed, saw, never imagined this once, before now?

The world’s touch, when sound and silence hold equal sway. The spaces between spaces,

notes, motes, light in darkness, drifting stardust fills our ears, our eyes, our hearts,

till we know, this instant, now. And have no fear. Shadow and bright struggle eternally,

walking arm in arm. Figures in the figure of life’s dance. The villain comes crashing into

the peace, pursuing a fair maiden, an innocent child, any wild thing, uncontrolled and

uncontrollable. Beaten down, yet undefeated. Tension rises, builds, accents sharp,

cutting, cutting off. Everything taken or ignored. Lost without, within life’s maze,

abhorred, neglected, confused, refused, refusing the offered villain’s choice. Their

true desire to possess that which they may never touch, despite grasping. Thus, it slips

away.So the chase may begin again. Softly and sweetly as a mother’s kiss, love powers

the turning of the world. Our tragedy is not in this, is not this. Despite all beauty,

wisdom, order, all balanced in nature mirrored, it is so rarely seen, acknowledged,

lived a single day. Until, sublime creation is all that makes me want to remain.


Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,
Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment 

Unite the World!


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