When everything is attuned,
settled
and still, there can be no
music.
Required is an adversarial
arrangement,
artfully constructed – the
bow across the neck –
a violation of the once
quiescent strings;
the air trembling into a
carefully shaped emptiness
and music is formed from
components
which alone and inert make no
sound.
And if everything is infinitely
One,
perfect, absolute, attuned
and quiescent,
it takes an illusory breach, tension
and division
to draw the bow and quiver
the strings,
to create the moment to
moment performance
of the singular symphony of
Existence.
O child of God, have faith in
the utter necessity
of every aspect of God’s
composition.
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