We respond to the deep song of our soul. We transform out of the ordinal everyday human-created world into the power of the cosmos that we are. Mysterious, unknown, even and especially to ourselves. Responding as song so deep within, the groaning and moaning of creation borning, birthing, exclaiming, shouting, sighing, deepening, releasing.
Duende. Spirit moving. Spirit on the move. Calling all to life and love, to pain, to the despair of a cup too small to hold the exuberance, the passion, the joy.
The call. The calling. The how-ling of no why-ning, no caul.
Fluid cosmic streamings of the Alone birthing the Alone. Finding voice in all capaciousness, in all willing opening, fluting with all hollow reeds.
Intense spontaneity, spontaneous intensity. Synchronous and synthronous.
Interspiraling interflow. Wailing and weeping, chanting and singing, birthing and letting go. Allowing go.
Duende. Confronting the lion in his den and devouring each other whole.
Deep laughter bubbling from the Wellspring.
Duende. Spirit moving. Spirit on the move. Calling all to life and love, to pain, to the despair of a cup too small to hold the exuberance, the passion, the joy.
The call. The calling. The how-ling of no why-ning, no caul.
Fluid cosmic streamings of the Alone birthing the Alone. Finding voice in all capaciousness, in all willing opening, fluting with all hollow reeds.
Intense spontaneity, spontaneous intensity. Synchronous and synthronous.
Interspiraling interflow. Wailing and weeping, chanting and singing, birthing and letting go. Allowing go.
Duende. Confronting the lion in his den and devouring each other whole.
Deep laughter bubbling from the Wellspring.
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