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Showing posts with label Flute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flute. Show all posts
Sunday, February 3, 2019
Saturday, May 13, 2017
listening
listening..
into me, into..
listening to Handel flute sonatas
accompanied by the hooting of
my neighbourhood owl.
just..listening.
i learned so much to let go
that i don't see anything
which is still. nothing is still,
all moves. i know i cannot rely
on even me nor on another one,
all changes, dances, gives light,
throws a shadow.
in another view i learned more to let go than to let come.
i learned to run away and to walk back to.
will this be important?
i learned to run away and to walk back to.
will this be important?
i let go, grow, open, flower, die.
this is all.
nothing i can hear, words sink
into sand, mud. they lost meaning.
and who i may have been yesterday
has already gone.
and i know there is no nothing nor
a something. only travel~
may it be good.
for me, you, us.
if not: no guilt, no regret, no sadness
will change anything.
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Pandit Pannalal Ghosh ,Raag Gaud-Sarang , flute
good night..sleep will come with sweetness...it is snowing outside
and inside is warm..weird kind of spring, changes of weather with
the moods of my April..there is a song deep inside, a non-changing
mood which gives me peace in times of trouble..may you find yours
when you open your eyes ...all what counts is breathing and the blood flowing
and given...
and inside is warm..weird kind of spring, changes of weather with
the moods of my April..there is a song deep inside, a non-changing
mood which gives me peace in times of trouble..may you find yours
when you open your eyes ...all what counts is breathing and the blood flowing
and given...
Labels:
Flute,
Pandit Pannalal Ghosh,
Raag Gaud-Sarang
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