Lunedì 18 Ott 2010, 14:17

There are moments when one specific song is just so utterly, completely and profoundly PRETTY that you can’t do anything except sit down, close your eyes and listen to it again and again… and again…

And it’s almost as if you drift away with the harmony and the rhythm and the voice and the small intricacies that you get know so well that you breathlessly anticipate that precise moment of it revealing itself. Perhaps it’s more an experience of being ‘swept’ away by it, gladly so; and you become something else, an awareness of self that’s me but not-me.

A combination of such indescribable, exquisite Stillness and serenely blissful acceptance of absolutely every.single.thing. that inspires faint smiles and leaves one filled with the timeless wonder that is the majesty of Life itself. A state of being, of existing, in pure Stasis. Where that which defines this ‘reality’ dissipates and become no more than a fading memory; a place within ourselves where we become part of that song. Flowing outward into the vast expanse of Creation, caressing the very fabric of Eternity…

Aye, it’s so pretty it hurts…

- 18 August 2007 (18:39) -