Pan flute calls the innermost depths of your soul.
Bass tempts your body’s rhythm, while woodwinds weave
through the dark recesses of your mind – leaving nothing hidden.
A spring breeze swirls around you, lifting you to join the magical dance of the music.
Smell of morning dew penetrates your being.
Participating beyond the known five senses, awakening some you never knew you possessed.
Choral supplies the wings; flute hints the ancient capabilities of the soul.
Promising, yet does not instruct how.
Teasing, teasing.
Body and soul resonate in perfect balance.
Human and music join,
becoming one.
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What I experienced listening to one particular music piece. This is in the now retired “Undefined Reality” (c) course workbook.
Jan Toomer
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