Writings and Audio
Michele Stein
A Multimedia Collaboration
The Flute Player
(A Musical Vignette)
A patron of the arts sits upon a warm cushioned chair within a concert hall of acoustical refinement. Outside, in the cold, a down-and-out man in coarse and dirty clothing settles in upon the hard pavement. An orchestra of many tune up; a concordance of rich harmonious notes bring alive a deeply stirring composition. The man outside pulls a flute out of a soiled pocket of his threadbare jacket and positioning the instrument to his lips plays a haunting singular tune. Music knows no boundaries ... It is simply the way of things. - Rosie
Along the Path
I will not shoot arrows, I will not throw stones. I will hold you high, While we learn, As we follow along This path of growth, Together to true become. Whatever refinement is needed, In me, I will grow, to become true. Then together, Together we will be In the one way, Me and you. ​ - Michele Stein ​
Longing, for Home
Home is your horizon, your never-failing line steadying resolve as only horizontal can do. Home is where your heartbeat is that place of best intentions, sturdy resolutions and emotionalities. Home is a hearth full of warmth, stories and camaraderie, a comfortable bed to sleep on for rest and reclamation, as only horizontal can do. Home is your horizon, your never-failing lifeline toward steady-state stability: no matter how imbalanced life becomes, every angle points toward the Sun, the master of the horizon. Follow the Sun, the clockwork emperor of warmth and resolution, for home is the heart, the heat and the light. * * * Though we look to the horizon, though we search sometimes for home, we carry the imperative within us, for everything truly valuable is unseen. Being at home is being in tune with ourselves; holding our hearts and heads and hands in harmony for the future. Home contains OM, the sacred sound— why else invoke such a mantra, such a centering resolution than to bring oneself back home? We have a home here under the sky-vault, in the dust and color and wind, a home where we may temporarily feel ourselves in chaos. And we have a greater Home amongst the stars, the one where we came from, the Home we feel when we look out past the sun, in toward origination. ​ ~ Charles Fischer
Whole
Every girl needs a mother - To teach her the ways of the world. To warn and encourage, to offer and guide, To praise and reassure, and sometimes to sharply scold. Every woman needs a daughter to help her get a job done, To share the burden and stay to clean when everyone else has gone. And in the quiet of achievement, when masks are taken off, True friendship emerges – learnings deepen, are enhanced. As we whimsically nod at each other – the knowing so close. Every wise woman needs a companion to wonder about what’s next. To know that when all is in place and ready – the future can be heard, and wisdoms never known before pour in. ​​ - Lilach Grimminger
Why not try?
Why not try, YOU? To do the things you love to do And not stop the things that want to come through Each time anew in all that you do! Suppressing an expression when based upon fear Never summons the high to come near Always preventing from the censure of others When really they are sisters and brothers That offer support and encouragement To help you ascend through the firmament So remember to give voice to That which comes to you Perfect or not, it really doesn’t matter Just ignore that distracting internal chatter And just be… Be human, Be free Be you ​​ - Peter Guerzenich-Small
Try, Try, Try
For God's sake make the mistake stumble & fall but give it your all How will you know to go fast or slow if you don't dive in to test the water you're in Learn along the way with the gift of a next day through trial and error discover how to do better To be more like a child with a great big smile full of wonder & surprise without trained compromise not minding what may arise ​ - Karen Goldman
Tidy Life
Why is the human on earth? Is it for each one to be faithful to the summons, to clean up one's earthly act? So all are clear to start again, but in a different place? For new purpose? Is it to shed the dispersion, the particles of misgivings, mistakes, and missteps? The noise that serves no other purpose than to hear itself? ​ [Curious that TIDY LIFE anagrams to FIDELITY. What might that mean?] ​​ - Tasha Thomsen ​ ​
Hope (4)
​At first hope is the dream of the lost Searching for land in a landless sea, Looking at the horizon to see a coast Heralding that the future is something to be. Then hope transforms into a beacon of light Lighting the way for those yet to come, Guiding the searcher through the darkening night With a vision of what can be done. Then hope emerges with a new disguise Offering optimism and a positive view, It says all is well and looks with bright eyes Into the future with a vigor new. Then hope becomes a feeling that is hard to resist— It passes from person to person, lifting their mood; It heals and it eases, ready to assist, Better than any physical food. Then hope is active and brings action to play It’s a goal, aim or target that beckons and shines; It promises tomorrow will be a better day That somewhere on Earth there are gentler climes. Then hope surrenders to a higher plan Petitioning for help it asks from above; It brings union and harmony ‘tween the universe and man And is akin to its sister—love. In its next incarnation, hope becomes us We are the future who herald the new: A new human model is here—without fanfare or fuss It could be me; it could be you. - Joanna Infeld
The Glow from Deep
To be with it is everything. The warmth, the glow from deep. It has no words, no description, This constant flame that leaps. It’s always there, never changing. Its faith is real, beyond our own. So vast and true, to us unknown. And yet, it is felt, it is recognized. So that suggests the respondent part in us Is made the same. For us to know, to grow Through the touching of the flame, Recognizing it, calling its name. - Jean Ebert ​
Inspiration Appears
From out of the blue A light of contagion Inspiration comes Uniting hearts Causing joy And harmony There’s a thrill Sparkling eyes Broad grins Moved hearts A jig here A song there A whistle, a giggle, a hug Inspiration was there With a wink and a twinkle And an uplift to share - Teresa Sullivan
We Humans
We humans Are but a tiny speck Rising up to availability and willingness To be recognized by higher things To be a landing spot For a drop of illumination Upon the head of our being To enhance its growth potential To allow a flow of intelligence And the ability to understand The importance of readiness The gift of choice And the opportunity to seek for truths Through the tiny speck That each of us is Mighty, marvelous, magnificent With design systems That know the way forward That see the overview of the map That hear the calling for home Entrusted with our selves And by our selves To be what we are From where are While we discover Why we are. - Maria Pierleoni
Hope
In the quiet moments of the night Came to me a sparkling light This light then did speak to me My name is Hope, I’ve come to set you free And with Hope, did I elope Upon some snow capped Mountain slope She showed me I was but a speck A sequin bright, real, not circumspect Beloved and wanted, part of life With purpose, fine an inner joy A life Creation does employ Made by Creation, born of light.. Here to help to set things right And in all Creation I now belonged... As other specks this way thronged.. Together we, all merged with Hope Now Hope is me I hope... You see. If you wish, now come with me For I have come to set you free. - Tagir
An Inner Guidance Contemplation
When all is said and done, Where does my allegiance lie? With those things that enhance Life? Or those things that diminish it? - Jean Ebert
Story of a Rose
I remember, when I was very young, the first time I ever saw a rose. It was on the rosebush in our yard, and I was drawn to it. I touched its soft petals. I smelled its amazing scent. I felt deeply, the red, red of its color, and wondered at the bright yellow within it. In that moment, I felt the connection, the mystery, the wonder, of being alive. What made the rose? What made me? What was our connection? It has never left me. It has been with me always. It was the beginning of my appreciation, my search, my observation, and my wondering, wandering discovery of life around me and what place I might have within it. How we are somehow all connected. The flowers, me, my family, strangers on the street. The ground upon which we walk. The sky overhead. The joy, the pain. The fact of being and of wondering why. What is it all for? And I knew, and I know, it is leading me somewhere, leading me onward. That life is not random. That I am here for a reason, just as the rose is here for a reason. Just as you are here for a reason. Still, I wonder. And I wonder, do you wonder, too? - Gail Fillion