The Balance

Well, how about that — I’ve posted to my blog five days in a row! As I’ve said recently, in the early days — 2003 and 2004 — I sometimes five times in a day, but these are different times.

And I’m proud to say that the previous four days that I’ve posted were not just some quick-post days. I wrote long and detailed posts each time, at one point approaching 600 words, and often included pictures.

So I earned myself a break: An aforementioned quick-post day.

I was reminded recently of a particularly profound (yet fairly obscure) song by the Moody Blues, one of my favorite bands of all time, so today’s post is that song:

And just for fun, here are the lyrics:

After he had journeyed,
And his feet were sore,
And he was tired,
He came upon an orange grove
And he rested
And he lay in the cool,
And while he rested, he took to himself an orange and tasted it,
And it was good.
And he felt the earth to his spine,
And he asked, and he saw the tree above him, and the stars,
And the veins in the leaf,
And the light, and the balance.
And he saw magnificent perfection,
Whereon he thought of himself in balance,
And he knew he was.

Just open your eyes,
And realize, the way it’s always been.
Just open your mind
And you will find
The way it’s always been.
Just open your heart
And that’s a start.

And he thought of those he angered,
For he was not a violent man,
And he thought of those he hurt
For he was not a cruel man
And he thought of those he frightened
For he was not an evil man,
And he understood.
He understood himself.

Upon this he saw that when he was of anger or knew hurt or felt fear,
It was because he was not understanding,
And he learned, compassion.

And with his eye of compassion.
He saw his enemies like unto himself,
And he learned love.
Then, he was answered.

Just open your eyes,
And realize, the way it’s always been.
Just open your mind
And you will find
The way it’s always been.
Just open your heart
And that’s a start.

It seems to me that this would be a perfect song to play at a funeral. It basically says, “I know I wasn’t perfect, but that’s really not the way I meant to be. Please try to understand.”

I’m really surprised that people don’t regularly request this at their funerals.

Or maybe they do and I just don’t know.

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