One of my favorite things to do is to sit in a room while a musician plays music, live, in front of me. When a musician in in 'the zone,' the music doesn't just come through their fingers or through the instrument on the wind of breath, but it beats within the hearts of all present.To be infiltrated by music in this way, to be in the presence of the rent heart, to encompass the desolation, is when that beautiful ache consumes me. As the music ends, the air is heavy with the presence of soul energy. One must be quiet, respectful of the spirit, allow it to pass through, dissipate. Rest.
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