There is a place between voice and presence where information flows.
In disciplined silence it opens. With wandering talk it closes.
We have fallen into the place where everything is music.
It derives from a slow and powerful root that we can't see.
Stop the words NOW.
Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.
Fuck. There is a place beyond what we sense where information flows. There, the true music of the world can be heard. I studied music and learned a few things. First, darkness creates light. Dissonance is the shadow, but resolving it (bringing it back to the light) creates beauty somehow. Second, no one knows why and no one cares. What matters is communicating beauty, not the why or the how. Such is as it is with the universal music. It just IS. It derives from a slow and powerful place, but we can feel it if we just open our hearts and listen.
I feel like the ground, astonished at what the atmosphere has brought to me. What I know is growing inside me. Rain makes every molecule pregnant with a mystery.
The ground doesn't choose what comes to it, but what it gets transforms it and it feeds the environment which grows differently depending on what is provided. Like a child, what wonderment. Like a mother, what protection. Like a father, what responsibility. Like a youth, what potential. The infinite cycle fueled by rain. What is the rain? Tears.