Sunday, February 28, 2010

No. 19

The quiet blossoming of a flower is the nature of the unveiling of a voice. The singer waters and feeds herself from the roots up...and one day, voilà! When she isn't even looking, the voice shows itself in full bloom. When she learns to see the beauty of her voice in all truth, she can do naught but maintain it with as much knowledge and gentle care as a Master Gardener. She has become a Mother of Earth, a Motion of the Wind, an Embrace as Warm as the Sun, a Dancer in the Rain, a Maintainer of Love.

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