Mazes and Gates

No matter how eloquently I write. No matter how masterfully I construct my words or craft my phrases, they will always fall short of the bar set by music.

Music needs no words or thoughts to stir the heart. Music has a direct link to our center, to our core. For good or bad it's just the reality. Us writers are at an inherent disadvantage of design. We need a middleman to reach the heart. We have to gain our access from the gatekeeper that is the mind. Music is the backdoor straight to the source. A shortcut, a cheat code, a secret passageway, that needs no explanation, no understanding to cast it's spell.

The most beautiful of unions happens when those rare words, worthy of the music, unite and become something more. This is the only path to render the gatekeeper useless. The 'written word's' only direct link to the heart, is on the wings of music...

The mind, however, is the writers domain. The path to the mind isn't blocked by a gate with a keeper. It's entrance is a maze.

True writers don't hold a set of keys, or the knowledge of a secret passage. They just have a way with the mazes. They've traversed the paths enough times to know where they're at, and where they're headed. A keen sense of direction and a developed intuition guides their entrance to the mind.

To become stranded in either island of mind or heart, with no desire to reach the other, is to miss the point. To bridge both the mind and heart, to build a connection for interface, and exchange, to allow the two to fuse into a ONE, this is the peak of expression....

And in true human nature, I must confess that, I spend most of my time facing towards the other island in awe. It has some of the greenest grass I've ever laid eyes on. I'm envious of those blessed enough to count themselves as natives to such a beautiful land. I let the faint melodies that drift over to my island guide me through the mazes I find myself immersed in.