The Sound Of Music
September 16, 2009
Waves of Cosmic Sound
I hear Cosmic Music.
I hear this music arising from inside of me. Full orchestral arrangements called upon cue to stir me to action.
This is no fancy or trick of mind. It is a calling that I hear – a call to participate in something so stirring and momentous that I cannot refuse. And so I listen – deeply, reflectively, joyously.
I listen to the many varied patterns of seeming chaotic frenzy but my hearing brings a constructive ordering to it all. My ears pick up harmony, and my sense of counterpoint is well honed.
As I take breath to sing, I become that which I sing. I sing universes in their creation and in their creating, letting ripples of melodies pass through me. I am of the patterns of the experience so I have no judgment in what I hear, in how I sing: my interpretation of what I experience exceeds my thinking. So I have to think differently – I have to be different, be vaster, be more Cosmic.
Waves of stellar beauty crash upon the shoreline of intellectual feeling, shattering it with a thousand strains of emotion. The emotion is but a single breath of the full force that is stirred, untempered, until I strive to mellow the tempo, softening it so that I may examine the more subtle, underlying tones of the ecstasy. And an ecstasy of feeling crescendoes through me.
In the briefest lulls I engage with the passion that seeks to burst out and overwhelm all it touches. But I detect it’s coming and savour the joy of it’s naked revelation. Knowing that what I feel is a calling – perhaps from some far distant source that has no name, a place where Life has yet to be born and given focus.
I am the MusicMaker … the craftsman of an art that speaks and sings and calls to Life, stirring it and creating possibilities with every breath.