Of a climax. We can't we refuse of the; beat. In resistance. Of denying the affect. In how the rhythm. In the music moves are sways; of a pattern.
In this life we will all experience; human contact. Often in areas we lose ourselves. To eventually bounce back. Into a rhythm to find ourselves.
I remember as as child. Being taken into an unfamiliar; mental space. And in this room was memorabilia. A record player that stood alone. Next to a trumpet. In a space; of hollow walls. I still remember this day. Because it like any other day.
According to this time line. In another moment I was taken away in the physical on this day; to find myself searching for a purpose. But only For a moment; of what was needed of time. Is when I found out. What beat was comfort; in me. As I looked around this empty space. And room. Of feeling unsettled amongst the still silhouettes.
Because of the presence. That stood still. I can still hear the volume of the tempo. The jazz instrumentals. As I scanned the stacks of; jazz albums. The instrument that was at rest. Still remain of the echoes. In this quaint; space. I was being prepared. For moments; where time. Was predestined. To eventually occur.
I did not realize. Over time. How I was being observed. By familiar strangers. Only to learn. No matter where this body is of a soul & sound mind. Remember what is felt in a moment of time. In a space of life. In the rooms; that feel hot are cold. And no innocence was not; compromised. But my innocence mastered the essence of the sounds. Of what the naked eyes, miss. But the essence of healing hears.
Can you feel it. The essence. Of presence. In the air time is; precise. As the heart; pumps at a calm. If not rapid pace. Attempting to adjust. While embracing the emptiness. Are the desire of; what one feels through the music. Of the soul is of another.
In being groomed. We realize; both the measure of strength & character. Only if we listen, look & learn. The element in this room. As time changes the mood. In the blink of an eye. I found myself; this being of life. Of innocence. Surrounded by a trance; lost in sounds of instruments.
I figured out; the pattern sooner. In the rhythms. That carried a string of thoughts. Over years; is was the transition.
During Time. That reminds us; once where we were. In stranger places. Places where we search for familiarity. Instead we feel the air, of what sounds. Carry in vibrations. That makes us feel; something emotionally connected. If not cut off; in a whisper of silence.
Until the soul shakes. And the heart beats irregular. The mind captures & connects. To Something untouchable. Of what is meant to be; in a moment of time. As a presence in the atmosphere shifts; the internal foundation.
Because of the life experience. In the Spirit. And for me it was the echos. Of the instrumentals playing throughout this space. In the background. That sound carried a melody. Freely allowing something in me. To breathe. As once a child. Into Now of an adult. Familiar with sound. I can see this room clearly. I can still smell and feel. What I can hear; in the music.
Music, heals the soul. In the Music we're reminded in All. Of what was the message. That carried in the music. That inspired; clarity and appreciation.
Of what?
Whether it's in the lyrics. are the sound from the instruments. It's what the artist; brought out into the light. In remembrance. That either made us; feel. What was; in a moment. Of being human. A feeling; that would find it's way back. Into a place we are. And once was.
We all as humans possess an embodied; spiritual connection. To these musical beats. And between us. Is this; energy.
If only we knew how to embrace. Plucking up, every string tied to the rhythmic vibrations. Of what breathes life; through it.
In the music. Is the aurora. That surrounds us. In a presence. Untouched. But felt in a spirit connecting. In a space of time. Is a rhythm.
We are the energy. That ignites; each other's energy. Throughout the world.
Is all types of people. And spaces. Is time. And not one human. Will be denied. The composition. That reached our human side. Of receiving and giving; a gift back. Of a moment. In remembrance.
To remember; sense of touch & sight, smell & taste. Hearing & listening. In an emotional way. That connects to what is in the pattern; by design.
Is every authentic artist; of a symbolic soul. That gifted back; through the music. Is of many mysteries. Some will share. While other's will be Left; untold. In the music. Is a message; connected to a soul.
