It’s in the quicksand of overthinking we can get lost in a trembling dervish of self-doubts. It’s necessary to seek the golden ratio of circling inward to find any space of quiet.
Sunlight creates such divine music and the wind of the trees transforms into majestic waves of the sea. I feel the pull of energy conducting a splendid symphony. Whitecaps of undulating emotions escape the corners of my weary.
I softly sip the silent solitude and center into the space of breath. I hold the keys of ebony and ivory and let the music do the rest. I exhale a cavernous cave of spent and lean gently into each nest of chords.
Pianissimo and forte and allegro assai and espressivo!!
Passion needs to find a way to express in the silent, sunlight of our soul.