Judy Garland once sang somewhere over the rainbow way up high, there’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. To dissect such words requires time and patience with yourself. Finding a reason is not a question its a quest. To be over me as the Beatles once wrote was a fight of the soul trying to scream that if I get on my knees and beg you will find me?
Why is it that people will walk by a homeless human being and not offer a helping hand? A jaded sense of superiority to life, such a shame that as a society we are such a cold and callus being. There is a solution to this, its called fear! A fear of being them.
Words don’t encompass what our hearts can accomplish, yet our emotional immaturity will always allow us to walk right by the child fighting for a penny to fill the belly. And how do you feel about yourself right now? I’m sure inside you justified walking by with rhetoric that allows you to look in the mirror and see a bigger person. “Maybe, your going to be the one that saves me.” For all the infighting that two brothers could muster no words of love were ever spliced together more eloquently.
Yet I sit here typing away stretching the imagination of my vacant soul with the hurt of the world inside of me. Realizing how special my life honestly is and all I can think of is those who quietly hurt from loss or want because they don’t have. Not a bleeding heart, just the simplest of truths bottled up in a man whose only wanton desire is for the smile that saves me.
Funny thing is I sit listening to this incredible musician taking others words and giving them a beauty and a life of there own. Smoking a cigar and drinking some wine, who am I? Maybe this life is that combustible and cynical and all were trying to do is breath.
Salvatore Principe is this passionate man who creates these unbelievable pieces of art, designs some clothing, and now his driven ambition is to make some wine. What drives someone to do so much? Generosity to those who can’t in this day and age is a gift and yet that is all this man does. His giving heart in accountable. Are you?
I often find myself asking this easy question, how much is enough? The answer to my silly question, enough is “when you wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind you. Where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops,” thats when enough will fill this soul. Judy Garland was a special women, she was beautiful in life and hopefully she found the end of her rainbow.
As for me, when I find mine, I hope there is life free of question with a simple glass of wine and a cigar so I can create the clouds that allow children to find a reason.
Salut
