Saturday, January 13, 2018

Back to where it ends

This holy experience, choosing to be hear and......

Let the guitar flow with punch and power.  Let the vocals sing sweet melodies in power and melody. Let the bass be true.  Drum away and play the instrument of your finding.

This chance to be, alive and breathing.....

Instrumental.  Changing clips and frames.  Galloping and gracefully swaying back and forth, in and out, to and fro.  Streaming, staccato, yelling, calling.

Embrace this moment, remember....

The beauty in the quite.  Beats need rest.  The composition needs silence.  The reflection.  Space.  Pause.  The chance for new ideas to give birth.  The contemplation.  In the cool of  the night air, in warmth of the rising sun, in the gentle sway of the dandelion.  Some how, some how, to reach a peace.  A peace that is true, that is developed in a consciousness beyond it's own conception.

A peace.  To finally come to fruition.  A peace.  That finally covers all.  A peace.  That is applicable toward all circumstances.

The loud must give way to the peace.  We need your messages, but in the stillness they find their worth.  And so we sing, and so rest, until, finally, we need not the polarity, until the coming and going both merge into the energy of love.

And love is.


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