Swaying blades of grass in a wind of melody punctuated by rhythm. We move. Arms lifted to the heavens. Reaching for power beyond our grasp. Reaching, united by the same song that means different things to us at different times to us, all different but uniting us.
The power of music, the frequency of life binds us in something larger than ourselves. Our shared consciousness transcends physical form for that one song. Just a song.
Bernadette Pamplin Art & Poetry 