this reminds me of shaku music:
performed with the harmony of ying and yang, illumined
with the brightness of the sun and moon.
the notes could be short or long,
soft or hard
while all modulations are evenly uniform,
they are not dominated by stale regularity.
they fill every valley and every ravine
though one might block all openings and guard the
spirit within,
they permeate everything.
stop the notes in finitude
let them flow into infinity
perform with notes that will not weary
and that are tuned to the scale of spontaneity.
thus they are born in clusters that come tumbling
after eachother, a forest of music without form.
they are spread around without being dragged out.
subtly somber and soundless.
one might say they are dead, another alive.
one will say fruit, another flower.
coursing and flowing, scattering and shifting,
the song is not to be dominated by the constant.
do not play again unless the one true way flows
through you.
I wanted to share this with anyone that wants to read
it. master chaung is the man that dreamed he was a
butterfly and then upon waking didnt know if he was a
man dreaming of a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming of
a man.
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