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Words on the side of creek in the Forest (#8)
White paper blooming with sun-drenched lines of spiritually recognized personal connection.
Manifested through thought of sunshine, beats, and fresh air feelings; the paper and utensil unite,
Like the combination of sound from hand carved wood and cured animal hide.
The eternal flame of biophyllia.
Connection.
Neither the loss nor the gain, but
The transference of continual energy.
Blue like the unseen light of our universe that holds everything together with a continually evolving matrix of stratified interactions.
The rhythm is chosen by the medium and the musician,
the accompaniments, when at their best,
Are unknown,
and fill the silent spaces between notes with insight and guidance.
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