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33 signals
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sunUp
03:07
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with every starting day, the sun goes up
with every merry child and every laughing heart
with every helping hand and every healing wound
with every growing tree and every blooming flower
with every singing voice and every greeting smile…
with every touch of love, the sun goes up
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'sCool time
04:16
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among the Trees
05:06
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Like among benevolent kings and queens with their crowns up above, I stand protected and safe. The sunbeams, the gems from their crowns, lift the cool mist off their leafy, majestic coats and soft, mossy carpets. Surrounded by their sweet scent, I am rooted but free. I breathe. I’m alive. In their welcoming embrace, I wonder if I too grow on the other side of this sacred ground like they always do. Among them, I feel connected to my roots and realize that I am merely an imperfect reflection of the real me from the other side. Among them, I can sense their power to carry me through the curse of death and into the miracle of life. I crane my neck, spread my arms, and begin to dance among the trees.
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silverHeron
04:54
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At sunset, she lands in the shallows among the reeds. The lapping waves and the gentle whistle of the shoreline shrubs rhythmically accompany the heron’s deliberate and graceful wading. Like an elegant diner, she dances in search of sustenance at the restaurant on the lake. The evening sun dims the day. It canopies the shoreline with an ambiance of dreams, shadows, and the peaceful music of the flora. The heron moves quite timidly, in an almost secretive way, her silver dress slightly trembling, as if she were suspecting some invisible observer nearby. Like in some ritualistic dance, she repeatedly puts her beak forward and then quickly retreats it. Then, suddenly, she takes flight like the secret lovers’ first kiss.
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musing with the Muse
07:13
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my music, my furtive Muse
endears itself and sings through all my
troubles and joys
it grows and shapes into strings and words,
my vagrant, homeless voice
it murmurs with rhythm, roams in each phrase
it plays in the tearing of my soul and every thought
always and everywhere it resonates persistently
like the light of the heart
it radiates and glows with every note
it runs through closed doors
to open my voice
a laughing though torn song
my music, my Mantra
it is us, always like this,
together and apart until the end,
we’re musing with the Muse
my Muse makes my misery merry
always sews up the tear
it soothes the pain and the parting
though in the pain and the parting
it reverberates
it accompanies the distance, hums the time, and echoes the soul
it is us, until the end, musing with the Muse
walking from darkness into the sun
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red Moons in your hands
03:30
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snowFlakes
05:55
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sunDown
04:59
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with every closing day, the sun goes down
with every falling tear, with every aching heart
with every bleeding wound, with every hurting child
with every falling tree, with every wilting flower
with every fading song and every silenced voice…
with every good-bye, the sun goes down
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zomer London, Ontario
Music is a part of all of us and of something bigger than we are. It is a form of light in a spiritual sense, and those of
us who have the privilege and the ability to see it and record it are mere channels for this amazing, universal language. Thanks to music's multiple rays and degrees of this light, we all can see more of ourselves, more of one another, and more of our world.
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