Archive for October, 2017


 

 

 

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Music is . . .

a constant . . .

the magic

of everything

Music is accidental

Music is searched

Music is revealed

Touched toned

are voices

between melody

calling . . .

calling . . .

a life bargained

for chance

after chance 

to dance

with eternity ©

-epc

 

 

You were born the wanderer’s soul.  This is how you began to be whole.  The stars keep dancing, and the world keeps turning.  Why would you think yourself to be any different?

 

 

 

“Tragedy is imitation of an action that is serious, complete, and of a certain magnitude; i.e., through pity [eleos] and fear [phobos] effecting the proper purgation [catharsis] of such emotions.”  

—Aristotle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s a message in the music, and . . .

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Awesome melodies for the musiclectual: 🎼

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☀ Quiescence ☀

 

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Entranced
of silent weeping,
a weary
psyche floats . . .
a weightless sway

 

 

Deeply scensed 
is crystal clarity
given unto bond
of understanding
whispers
of secreted
silent story

 

 

A nobility succors
possession
of intimate essence
not of place
where my body be . . .
but of moment
and space
where ‘spirits’
seated upon
eyeful towers
of aloof
speak idioms heard
in quiet quiescence
of muse

 

 

A wordless breath
sings melodies
of many
upon moment’s
wake

 

 

Mortality’s reign
is again exulted . . .
given unto
day’s grace
to place
of walls
lacking ends
where divested
is a never-ending
story ©

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Man-made distractions of intent toward an ‘evil’ thievery of souls merely gives way to balance life with millions of reasons to dream.

 

 

The Aether: A spiritual place: A mystical ‘state’ of meditative mind where conflicts of heart are called to stand before the Great Soul of air and light.

 

Listen, discern w/ open mind.

 

 

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“And so, the movie ends, good triumphs over evil, and the music played.  Life is so simple and yet so hard in its ways, and the music played.  So the book begins now that was once just jumbled letters of thoughts—taking each breath with valor … each moment as the last page in a gripping novel clutching your heart as you fall to the floor.  And the music played.  Each tear a marker, middle of the page, the edges battered and turned under—your choices needing no shared explanation.  And the music played.  Dreams are lived, and love is smitten, love is made, and love letters are written even in times of war. Love’s reason seems unfair, but is reasoned within the lessons.  And the music played.  To the end and to the last, drink life for the future and not for the past.  Take what you’ve earned and give it what you want.  Love all that you see, and love all that you don’t. Be there for love ’til the last breathe, for there’s always one more chapter left—written just for you—sweet melodies filling your soul with love.  And the music played.”

(no known writer)

 

 

“Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life.”

—Ludwig Van Beethoven

 

 

💓 … “This is my church …”

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