I don’t trust people who don’t love themselves and tell me ‘I love you.’… There is an African saying which is: ‘Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.’— Maya Angelou
It’s been my experience, that fate, at times, has a wry sense of irony bordering on cruelty. Then at other times, gifts love and healing via, to what appears on the surface, magical twists of fate.
The infamous. The famous. Those saving lives in anonymity. Other unknown persons. Love lost. A deep friendship found. Being helpless to help a loved one. Who must swim alone across the fiery lake of trauma in order to reach the shores of healing. What happens when they all collide in a span of ninety minutes?
One of the players in this play takes a risk and shares music. In turn, it penetrates my heart. I awake with the muse commanding me to write risky words to penetrate the darkness suffered by another. Words that had been ever so elusive. Words sent. A bond restored. A flash of hope observed.
That music. Otherworldly. Is the song ‘The First Disciple’ by musician Tamino. A love song. Not the love for another. The lyrics are multilayered, probing, and beautiful. An exploration of coming to peace with oneself. The artist achieves depths without wading into shallowness.
“…for love to replace your shame…”
That hits hard, doesn’t it?
“Do you even know you’ve fallen?”
“Now my friend. I won’t forget. The darkness blinding me before we met. It’s all I need. To remember you. As the light you were.”
Gorgeous lyrical poetry.
“How to love your only friend. Who will love you to the end.”
Important, because without it, it prevents true love of others.
There’s much more depth to this important piece of music you can explore by scrolling a little further.
And now … know the photograph.
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