Microcosmic

Summer Solstice Sunrise looking out towards Winter Hill and the Pennine foothills it's going to be a long day :)  a summer solstice barn owl

half moon high tide washes up a morning, message in a bottle heron

A music that couldn’t be played. There was a music that couldn’t be played. It was overflowing with beauty, life and colour. But there was nothing to play it. It pervaded every corner of the universe. But it couldn’t be played. So it remained a potential – the possibility of music. And the universe stayed quiet, not a note of it sounded through the cold, silent aeons. Until the Earth. Like an orchestra at the beginning of a piece it started quietly, tuning up for a time. Then it played. How it played! It played with symphonies in trees. Loud joyful songs in birds. Insect concertos. Choirs in the oceans. And exultant crescendos where all of nature sounded together. At last the music could be played. The music could play itself – through the Earth and everything living. The Earth had given voice to the music and it rung throughout the universe. The music is playing now. Can you hear it? You are one of the players. Don’t let it stop.

let go of holding on fly let go of flying fall let go of falling be  let go even of being then let go of  letting go ------------------------------------------------------------ a box of letting go I bought a box of letting go from a pet shop in Greece horizon-eyed goldfinch inside scooped off a sky, stuffed into cardboard took it to the town's edge a suspicion of locals watched opened the lid, then jack-in-a-box that kept on going as cloudward rocket hallelujahs in its wake, bicyle bell expletives me down there holding on with a box I paid good money for just to watch it let go