Somewhere inside, far up in the sky, at the softest edge of everything, is the yawning, loving magic where music, grace, and color begin.
You have to listen carefully in the heart of night when the people noise is gone. It takes the light of one star and the patience of the universe. It needs a heart that listens and a grateful, quiet mind that hears. A telescope or recorder can’t do it, nor can a frightened soul bundled with stress and spiteful, ugly thoughts.
I think that this is how the first peoples learned to drum, to sing, to dance. They reached inside to find the sky and found stories in the stars to tell and musical words to chant. I’m sure they understood themselves to be part of the whole experience. That's how they found their gods, their gifts, their greatness to hear the music, see the colors, feel the grace that was themselves.
You have to be a child to know this fully . . . or a fully grown adult who knows that wonders come from the inside out.
−me strauss Letting me be