Your tunes are waves that rivet through my being.
The strings of my body vibrate with them, appearing as waves.
I am a wave among a universal song.
A strand within a strand to small to see with the eye, and too silent to hear with the ear.
Not even if you were the wittiest of all mankind you could not invent an instrument to see so small or hear what is too silent.We are the instruments that can see so small and hear what is so silent, each according to his gift, some rely on their devices while others in their God who sees more and hears more than a device.
What than will the wise man say there is nothing in the middle of the revolving
sphere?He is a fool if he says such.
Because it can not be seen or heard does not mean it is not there.
How so if a musician heard a song within a dream or imagination, will you say that it does not
exist? Do you need to see it or hear it? Surely a distant time will confirm but for now its just
a secret to the composer.
What you see on the outside is composed of many things on the inside.
What is invisible is like dots of light that pulse the seen things in motion.
The space that you are blind and deaf to is full of unseen matter that holds things together, the lights which hold together these particles, which in itself is just a greater light, all being one Great light, that holds all things in place, like the earth itself. This is a different instrument, the instrument of light, which songs are beautiful and healing to the soul. It does not burn nor cause any harm, yet the evil
use it without love and its sound is like an untrained band.
Of the space not seen with instruments is like a song with a pause yet seen with the eyes of its composer and
It is like a song witch you can see the composition but hve no instrument to play its tune.
All composition will go through a fire, those with a good foundation will last forever.
Do not break it with your hate or my heart will break.
Play with your love and many will heal.
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