The Guitarist Tunes Up
With what attentive courtesy he bent
Over his instrument;
Not as a lordly conquerer who could
Command both wire and wood,
But as a man with a loved woman might,
Inquiring with delight
What slight essential things she had to say
Before they started, he and she, to play.
Have you noticed the grace that emanates from people living in love?
Grace seems to be the be the right word for their glow and sweet, steady movement. Seeing someone who’s fully aware and fully awake is like watching poetry.
It doesn’t seem to be about control or conquering or submission or any of that right/wrong stuff. It’s not about ego or me or mine or you and yours.
It’s genuinely about deep and connected love, between that life-lover and every little song, spark, and movement.
Haven’t you sensed that within yourself, that moment just before connection, when you take in your breath, settle your gaze, and feel that deep, playful spirit? Isn’t it a moment to linger and savor and anticipate,as well as a moment to leap!?