The experience blurs between what we perceive and create.
The internal experience is itself the creation.
And how we perceive it as music or motions that dance their harmony, form and language in our consciousness, is it.
It then just boils down to what we do about it -- how we convert it, reside in it, express it.
What, if anything, can be done about it, received from it.
How do we want to hold it, what's our standing in it, our standpoint, our depth of perception.
We zoom in, we zoom out…
Everything is everything, can be everything… Painting, film, image, abstraction, hallucination, music, poetry, story, orchestration…
Over time, how we have this internal orchestra of receptors and antennae which learn their art.
How far can we see, how far can we hear, how close can we see, or…
What's in front of us that we appreciate.
The collective packets of cliff sparrows
flying through the ocean of air
born together from what mother...
A coordinated expression of love
Coursing through the sky like seals with wings and feathers
Sometimes we just need to wait, and it comes.
Where we are to tune-in to what's really there,
what we make of it, how we create through it, experience it.
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Before the Storm
Beneath the window
Clouds form shapes...
Exclamation + Question =
I'll Now Speak
Let go, shine...
Shaken to the core
Sometimes a Chance
Without a sound