May 23, 2010

The Eyes and The Voice


We all have a gift. Mine are my eyes, dust from the rings of Saturn, crystallized under the pressure of my home star, calibrated to perfection by the sky god himself.

Your gift is your voice, the soft melody of the Nile running freely at night blended with the roar of the sun.

You work hard in this world in order to survive. You give your life energy to the weak, to the marginalized in this diseased culture. You use your enchanting voice to speak for them.

You have a dream. You dream of a better way, a better day for everyone. If you could grab the microphone of planet earth for an afternoon, what might you say in your most magically-pitched tone?

You might just hypnotically change the minds of every power-hungry pawn in this place.

In other lifetimes you were a famously successful peace negotiator, making warlords wilt. 

In other lifetimes I was a ranger, tracking fast-moving shadows over rocks, across mountains, through galaxies.

We continue this journey of lifetimes, minutes in the day, a progression. We all signed up for this ride 18 billion years ago. All of us.

And what a gift it is to be here. We got cold beer in this world, Led Zeppelin, and sports on high-definition television (my team stinks, though).

But understand the spirit life is probably boring. No rocking keg parties on the far side of the moon. Not much to do but wait to take form again.

Life is the gift.

And you remain the brightest star in my sky.


21 comments:

rachelsnyder said...

So, every single one of these Love Letters is written to me, right?

Yeah, I knew it.(-:

Every word delectable. Edible. Man, you're just making all of Creation swoon!

Just revived my Blogroll and linked you in.

Kudos on the Spidery one, too. "Yes, it smells like a tomb in here for a reason." Priceless.

Teacher Mommy said...

"Mine are my eyes, dust from the rings of Saturn, crystallized under the pressure of my home star, calibrated to perfection by the sky god himself."

LOVE that. LOVE.

Alexandra Grabbe said...

Your work is mesmerizing, Ed.

chelsey said...

I love the casual paragraph slipped in there about cold beer and sport.

and hell yeah we have Led Zeppelin!
top that spirit world
:)

Andrea Parker said...

I like "In other lifetimes you were a famously successful peace negotiator, making warlords wilt."

Ed Pilolla said...

you just make my day so wonderful. thanks so much for the sugar. i love this piece too and i'm so happy you do too!
:)

Jodie said...

Aw, love the ending!

Ed Pilolla said...

thanks for reading, jodie:)

Tori said...

I told you that you have everyone swooning! It's gotta feel great. :)
Yeah, one life isn't enough to accomplish all that I want to. I love this. :) Lovely.

Adam Smith said...

A couple of great lines here:

"power-hungry pawns"

"We all signed up for this ride 18 billions years ago"

Wine and Words said...

This was a beautiful letter, and by connection the recipient must also be. I loved this: "You give your life energy to the weak, to the marginalized in this diseased culture. You use your enchanting voice to speak for them."...

Oh to be able to change ANYTHING hypnotically! Of course I'd start with yours truly.

Ed Pilolla said...

@adam smith, thanks for reading.
@wine and words, i have a feeling you've got it much more together than you're letting on. i've seen your stuff. genuine self-discovery ain't done by the totally unaware, seems to me.

Lori said...

She must be your sun. Or if it's at night, she's Sirius. :o)

She Writes said...
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She Writes said...

You will note I am an impatient and poor typist!

2nd shot.
I hope she appreciates the beauty of your letters. A lucky woman is she who finds a writer. Your gift may be your words more than your eyes. But perhaps she loves your eyes.

"Your gift is your voice, the soft melody of the Nile running freely at night blended with the roar of the sun."

Hmmm, I loved this. Happen to be writing about being auditory myself. So the fact you chose her voice to write on struck me in particular. Voices that stay in my own mind are few, very few, and far between. In fact out of all the men I have ever known, there has only been one who had a voice that undid me.

Nice to see how you keyed in on that in her.

(I do wish your comment page came up below your post, rather than after it.)

Lori said...

I bet she's got a thing for pools of blue.

Ed Pilolla said...

@lori, pools of blue:)
@she writes, first, i don't know how to set my comments any other way. yes, i'm embarrassed to admit how little i know technically and when i ticker, i tend to fuck things up, and by 'tend to' i mean consistently.
i love voices, two kinds. the sound itself, and the use of said voice, as in to what purpose is it used. our voices, in person or on the page, often say more about us than our thoughts, becuz, i think, integration with the world is a part of us more than our internal meanderings.
my dad used to say, 'how do i know what you mean other than by what you say?'
and i'll add, how we say things.
thanks for liking this. i love finding the right words. i love kissing someone through these letters.

thinkingtoohard said...

No, baby, your gift is your words. And this is the best use of that gift I've seen in this amazingly beautiful Love Letters series. Glorious.

Anjuli said...

Fantastic post...I loved the ending...

"And you remain the brightest star in my sky."

Wanderlust said...

I don't think it would be boring at all. I think you need to imagine harder. Lovely post.

Ed Pilolla said...

@anjuli, thanks!
@wanderlust, thanks! you may be right. sometimes i think so too. other times i feel more present to my life and this world if i'm not banking on heaven in the next.