This morning on Mount Athos a monk gathers in the prayer of the heart, in Varanasi a Brahmin reads the poetic Vedas absorbed, somewhere in the Sahara a Marabou heals with his herbs, in Tehran a Muezzin calls the faithful to vigil, in the Amazon rainforest a Shaman performs painted ritual dances.
These are notes from a song
This morning a mother lullabies her child, a fisherman relies on the waves of the sea, an actor rehearses and rehearses his part, the road is still long for a marathon runner, the stone to be stroked for a sculptor.
They are notes of a song
This morning, even if only for a moment, join us consciously. As if you had always done it, as if you couldn’t help it. For that is your wonderful nature: a note in the universal melody.
A harmonious embrace