He who sings frightens away his ills.
– Miguel de Cervantes in Don Quixote (1605 – 1615)
As someone who sings a lot, these words by Miguel are truer than truth! If you feel down or depressed, sad or repressed, forlorn or torn just start humming, start singing softly or loudly. This will keep most negative shit out!
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
– Walt Whitman in Leaves of Grass (1855-1892)
Walt Whitman was a special kind of poet, a poet whose insights into life and nature are tinged with mysticism. Effortless mystic wisdom that just seeps into your soul and makes you contemplative. Celebrating and singing are the same, just do it! Be it!
I shall be his instrument, an organ of his expressed Word and Voice; and not only I, but all my fellow-members in the glorious choir and instrument of God. We are all strings in the concert of his joy; the spirit from his mouth strikes the note and tune of our strings.
– Jacob Boehme in The Confessions of Jacob Boehme
We are all strings indeed, each individual, each atom, plays a note in the whole shebang and a symphony in its microcosm. This is the gift of life. To simply en-joy.
When you celebrate, the whole existence participates with you. In celebration do we meet the ultimate, the eternal. Only in celebration do we go beyond the circle of birth and death.
Love and savour each moment, for they are eternity encapsulated in a raindrop in the sky of the infinite.