Got the moody blues so I’m listening
to The Moody Blues play “The Other Side
of Life” -- music’s driving beat glistening,
honest lyrics reaching that magic ride:
“…the only way to get there is to take
that step…the lovers and the fighters
and the risks they take…” What desire can make
us lovers and fighters? What whispered fear
stops us? Or is it faith sensing wisdom,
hovering in our psyches like Buddha
or Rumi, Confucius, Rilke or womb
echoing the eternal? What good’s a
step to the other side alone? I share
Moody Blues: “I know you’re out there somewhere…”
Roger Armbrust
October 31, 2019
