The Path of Harmony

Dedicated to those who seek peace and harmony in the world.

The Path of Harmony

A patchwork of diversity,

Is the quilt of unity.

Patterns of colourful threads,

Weave the love of life as a magic carpet,

That is warm and bright,

A golden light,

Shining in your eyes.

Stringing kites together flies all to greater heights,

On thermals uplifting understanding and freedom.

Beautiful mosaics of symmetrical flowers,

Are gardens of diversity,

Blooming in all seasons,

As beauty is in the eye of the beholder,

Not the cold shoulder,

That sees the potential opportunity

not the problem.

Tuning the music of orchestral showers,

Rain notes of semi tones, baritones and sopranos,

Converging on streams of celestial voices,

Painting Celestine prophecies on ceilings of real hope,

Is a technicolour coat of many colours,

To find harmony is the acceptance of difference.

The blended family is the story of lessons learned,

Balancing opposites to find compliments earned,

Composing even scores,

Balancing the high and low,

To feel harmony grow,

Where the thorns of discord were the frozen tundra,

Melted by a climate change of warming kindness,

Discovering a blindness to prejudice,

As gentle resolution is whispered in the softest tones,

To witness shards of light illuminate the darkest night,

As Knights of the Round Table seek equality as power,

Where equity ensures no stone is left unturned,

No-one is left alone,

To be turned into a cold stone,

Of indifference.

The Philosophers Stone,

Uses the hardest conditions,

To realise that change re-forms within,

As the sculpture chisels away the hard face,

To think therefore I AM,

To feel in-forms what one thinks,

To reveal harmony in the softening of edges,

The smoothing of sharpness as harshness,

Polishing what is dull to a mirror finish,

To cull what doesn’t work in the end,

Is art emulating life.

Life whistles endlessly to sing,

Harmonising the perfect pitch of peace as kin,

Is the turning of a new leaf,

Accepting Autumn always turns to Spring,

To discover under covers,

There is no right or wrong,

Life simply is harmony seeking equilibrium’s mid point,

Where all can find optimum zero points,

In order to sing a new song,

For we are more similar than different,

And this is the renewable path,

Leading us home

in harmony.