Friday, December 26, 2014
Looking at the sea from a hilltop, one notices subtle & dramatic shades blending like harmonies. Like notes, each drop of water assumes different characteristic based on intensity, timing and the conductor. Residual froth from breaking waves float like staccato notes over the sea's bass drones, melodies, and counter melodies. The sea's improvised symphony contains no wrong notes, flowing towards and informing the ever changing coda signaling the impermanence of the Universe.
Dare I play like the sea? With no wrong notes and faith that I will reach the end in the manner needed in this ever changing moment of time? With harmony within and about me? Without concern - to just be the playing? Let me look to the sea for answers while I pay attention to the inspiration of my breath; to my arms, hands and voice doing only what is necessary to invite the sounds. May I open to the momentous now, with a spirit so wide the Divine may pass through, giving evidence of the whole, giving voice to what is needed. Without boundaries. Without form. Empty.
Photo by NASA