From the Stillness
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From deep within the stillness the dream rises. Specks of leaf and bark gather together, pull bits of color from the spectrum’s subtle end, arrange themselves beneath a milky sky.
All dreams happen this way, rising from the depths of the great silent song, singing it into the perceptible dimensions. All of them, even our dreams of ourselves.
That makes them no less real. Do not be deceived.
Their transience is the singing of the song; music must flow to be music at all. And all the notes are needed.
This particular strain, this sweet and subtle largo, ushers in November, with its dreams within dreams within dreams.
Just listen to its hushed promises! Feel the depth of its exquisite joy!
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Susan,
How did you do on your test?
Mike
Flying colors, Mike. Thanks for asking!