Stars clustered together in great threads, drawing a picture in the heavens. One thinks of threads as making a cloth, a fabric of some kind. That is what the stars did in the grand stage of spacetime. As they twinkled they made a music that came not to the ears, yet to the soul. Somehow, though we watched it form far, far away amid the constellations - it was happening inside us too. We were being rewoven, remade, and the stars had everything to do with it.
I hear the music of the universe at the level of intuition and I convert it into my art.
Today there is a new optimism. I feel that the music of the universe shifted into a more energetic gear. It takes time for these things to manefest in the world, yet despite what we are witnessing upon the global stage today, I sense better is coming.
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