What is Guitar for me?
Guitar is silence.
Guitar is when I face what I cannot be. And, when I accept what I am not, I hear your blessed music!
And yes, Guitar to play you is to face my insecurities, to be pummeled by them, to be ridiculed, scorned, shunned, haunted, and diseased by doubt and self-worthlessness -- all that is me. Guitar, to play you spontaneously is to dance with you, and because you are so great, Guitar, you reveal how I fail, in every way, to be loved by all, as you are, as God is as a rock star.
Guitar is infinite possibility. Guitar cannot be mastered, except by its own accord. Guitar is a new lesson for every hurdle hurdled. Guitar is eager to try again and again. And Guitar begs for silence.
Guitar begs to hear the breeze sigh and birds sing instead.
Guitar is my gateway to this peace! Guitar is the pentameter against which life's chaos must attune itself accordingly. And...Mama, the more peacefully I play, the more extraordinary you have made my life! Guitar, I cannot comprehend!
Guitar, I recognize, is as the Love Divine, my mortal love defined!
Therefore! As of now!
I further allow myself to experience the Love Divine in the arms of a woman, though it is hard for me to imagine a lover who would allow me to be as close, as tender, and as consistent and kind and all-knowing as you have been to me.
But I imagine this woman!
A woman willing to be held and play with me as often as I can find a spare moment..? A woman who sounds better and better the more I practice holding her..? A woman gratified to be my woman, though she may not know herself to be any different than a Ms. Megan Paul or a Ms. Sarah Gibson, or may not, in fact, even be a name-brand model, or have the newest strings, or wear a finish without knicks, dings, and scratches..? A woman dischordant only when I have failed to attend her tuning. A woman whose voice, as inspired by me to sing, enchants me and entrances me every time...! Ahh!
Guitar...this is the type of Love we have created...thank you, thank you, thank you, Ooommmmmm!
Love! As wide as the sea, as endless as the night, as bright as the sun! Ommmmm!
Guitar is when I face what I cannot be. And, when I accept what I am not, I hear your blessed music!
And yes, Guitar to play you is to face my insecurities, to be pummeled by them, to be ridiculed, scorned, shunned, haunted, and diseased by doubt and self-worthlessness -- all that is me. Guitar, to play you spontaneously is to dance with you, and because you are so great, Guitar, you reveal how I fail, in every way, to be loved by all, as you are, as God is as a rock star.
Guitar is infinite possibility. Guitar cannot be mastered, except by its own accord. Guitar is a new lesson for every hurdle hurdled. Guitar is eager to try again and again. And Guitar begs for silence.
Guitar begs to hear the breeze sigh and birds sing instead.
Guitar is my gateway to this peace! Guitar is the pentameter against which life's chaos must attune itself accordingly. And...Mama, the more peacefully I play, the more extraordinary you have made my life! Guitar, I cannot comprehend!
Guitar, I recognize, is as the Love Divine, my mortal love defined!
Therefore! As of now!
I further allow myself to experience the Love Divine in the arms of a woman, though it is hard for me to imagine a lover who would allow me to be as close, as tender, and as consistent and kind and all-knowing as you have been to me.
But I imagine this woman!
A woman willing to be held and play with me as often as I can find a spare moment..? A woman who sounds better and better the more I practice holding her..? A woman gratified to be my woman, though she may not know herself to be any different than a Ms. Megan Paul or a Ms. Sarah Gibson, or may not, in fact, even be a name-brand model, or have the newest strings, or wear a finish without knicks, dings, and scratches..? A woman dischordant only when I have failed to attend her tuning. A woman whose voice, as inspired by me to sing, enchants me and entrances me every time...! Ahh!
Guitar...this is the type of Love we have created...thank you, thank you, thank you, Ooommmmmm!
Love! As wide as the sea, as endless as the night, as bright as the sun! Ommmmm!
posted by Just Greg at Thursday, March 16, 2006
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