Notes
Notes
float out of the ethers.
Musical
notes: drifting into and out of
your
consciousness.
Drifting
in and out of the stillness
that
birthed them.
For
without the stillness
of
the silence
there
would be
no
differentiating them.
Is
not music but a dance
with
the stillness
of the silence
it
springs from and returns to?
A
beautiful dance
in
your awareness,
in
your being.
Namaste.
All
My Love Always, Keith
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