No. 120

Listening to a great singer is like hearing the reverberations, the echoes of love off of the depths of one's own soul.  Great singing quenches our curiosity and astounds us to wonder all at once, as it feeds our imaginings of the joy and freedom born in the conscious abandon to Love which human awareness makes possible.  We sense the path the singer has walked to the center of who we are, and we rejoice in awe of  the treasures they've found.

No. 119

Voice, as it storms through 'who we are',
rips 'humanity' from our grasp
And, on the wind, redefines Us
to something which only survives
In the moment:
Precious
Pure
Pulsing Life...
The birthplace of creativity
and the very beginnings of We
Who
together strive
to honor the freedom
Gifted to us by Masters
Who perhaps knew what they were preserving
in hopes that one day others
could realize It
and find the way Home
in ecstasy, freedom, and in song.