An image that confuses the eyes. The inside of an open grand piano with the hammers and steel strings. One key pressed down and held. The hammer suspended in the air allows the string to continue to vibrate and resonate its tuned tone. I sat and listened to the vibrating resonance until my ears and brain could no longer hold its sound.

A simple metaphor and whisper for the day. To keep my heart raised and held open so that compassion, love, and hope would continue to resonate to Life’s divine tuning. Oh sometimes the heart’s hammer hits over and over. The same tuned resonance is there. But such frantic repetitions do not have the same texture as the tone floating freely, unrestricted, not pounded or forced. Such a difference. To just sit and hear the resonate tone vibrate and float. To wonder, where does it go? And then the second whisper…to all little one. To all.