Immense hovering vibrating oversoul holds its own and yet divides into an infinity of vibrational souls which make their imprints on the wax of matter. Music to play - music to dance. Every sound is informed by the One, yet holds its own particularity, distinct from the source, allowing a plurality of styles to strut their stuff in the world.
Matter rotates, planets spinning on the turntable of the cosmos - the needle of our attention focuses on the grooves of life and music plays. Every person who comes into my life is a different record. Every pattern I play out is a song I have chosen to sing. The song can change. The record is not stuck. I have a record box of possibilities and a world full of record stores.
Shining threads
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