The sound carries more than my voice. It carries a sacred mystery, born in my place of no beginning, now traveling through me and breaking through the veil of my lips as the long tone of “aaahh”. A guest of my breath, the sound nurtures every cell in my body on its journey.The sacred sound sings itself in the gigantic cavern that is my head, sending waves that echo, again and again as they lovingly pass through each other. Like a most nurturing mother, my tones gather the energy of my wounded places in loving arms, and release them with my musical outbreath as gently as flowers showered at a wedding. My inner concert of rhythm and tone repeatedly blesses every dimension in all of my worlds with peace deeper than a silent dawn. My toning opens me to the song of my essential self, where I am one, where I am many, a single perfect note in the cosmic symphony of connection.
Copyright © Bentley Kalaway 2009
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