Flow of flutes
Beat of drums
Glide of strings
Instruments played
Notes to melodies
Melodies to harmonies
Moving towards me
Ears not only
But my pores
Hear the feeling
Of ancient times
With divine perseverance
We blend
Boundary lost
Vibrating as one
Am I the music?
Is the music in me?
In this space
Unquestioned freedom
Peace
Gently resides
Inviting me
In
Held
Rested
P’haps even saved
Bringing
Flow, rhythm
Resonance
To my being
Being alive
Being here
rhythmandthedancer 
Lovely! This reminds me of dancing… nicely written/created. 🙂
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thank you much for feeling the ‘resonance’!
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Am I the music?
Is the music in me? beautiful, the whole piece sounds Sufi
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Very gracious and kind words… I take straight to the heart 🙏
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A well resonating rhythm…
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🙏
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A well written and thought provoking poem. It speaks to me on different levels. My soul crunches on the words with deliciousness in mind. ❤
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So glad my friend that we can enjoy this realm of the soul and speak to it..♥️
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❤
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Beautiful! Resonates with me :))
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This is so beautiful! Wonderfully written. 🙂
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So very kind of you🙏
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“Being here” may suffice.
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Thank you … always welcome constructive feedback
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