When music flows through the body and reaches the voice and explodes with an emotion of satisfaction something must be electric.

When music flows through the mind and reaches the voice and explodes with an emotion of satisfaction something must be profound.

When music flows from the deep world of creativity and reaches the voice and explodes with an emotion of satisfaction something must be transcendent.

 

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O beautiful for spacious skies,

For amber waves of grain,

For purple mountain majesties

Above the fruited plain!

America! America!

God shed His grace on thee,

And crown thy good with brotherhood

From sea to shining sea!

 

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It’s not about the me, it’s about the we. 

 

 

 

Lord, save us from the Twitter feed,
Save us from its dysfunction.
Save us from the Twitter feed,
Give intelligence renewed production.
Make those silly comments fade,
Like soot into the sea.
Make smart remarks the healing ground,
From idiocy make us free.
The following was sent to me from Robert, yesterday, 04.22.20:
The article from the Atlantic, attached in the link below, puts words to the feelings many of us have had for some years; it is also an example of outstanding reporting and insight by staff writer, George Packer. His writing describes a situation of life and death that we’re all deeply involved in—both personally and culturally. As much as we may not survive this pandemic—as individuals—our nation itself may not survive—as the republican democracy we have known and loved.

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What beauty resides in our own backyard

Yet to see it with clear eyes

Not blemished by other thoughts

But brought into view by presence in mind

And silence of noise that rattles our brain

That stills one’s heart for a moments breath

And sheds a tear of loving oneness

With all that is our gift

With all that we can surrender.