It is to me as sensational as the advance.
There is a rhythm, a pulse, to life and activity itself.
T’is only the listening that reveals it, only the listening.
I bet there is a song on it somewhere.
Whether it be a sad one or one of joy, depends on the player, the singer, the dancer.
As I listen, my vision becomes focused, a bit dried.
The intermittent brief instances of silence is peace.
The advance.
The awareness and acceptance of all your known truths and shadows.
An embrace of your Now.
Ah, but then thoughts and balance must hold sway.
There again is my retreat.
dsdraeko 