music is in the cosmos.. and only a true sentient raptures to it's divine rhythm.. in this miasma of words.. our perceptions string an untouched melody.. where letters fade into unrecognizable rhythmic patterns.. and the heart dawns to moving perceptions
isn't our interactive presence itself a miracle.. maybe for notes that none other can recognize..
don't rue not being able to talk.. how many conversations can transport or transcend.. touch or heal.. refresh or energize.. teach or educate.. celebrate or rejoice.. the seamlessness of the natural and divine..
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