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The quiet flute melody ribboning through the murk that surrounds my heart sings it's way in all the way in to the center where it belongs where it weaves it's way like a water snake amongst the tangled reeds of my worries and barriers gently pulling them from their roots and tying them into beautiful bundles each with an ethereal flutesong bow burden-bundles song-swept away unravelled one by one lifted by the floating echo a life song rests in my core.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
To R. Carlos Nakai
The quiet flute melody ribboning through the murk that surrounds my heart sings it's way in all the way in to the center where it belongs where it weaves it's way like a water snake amongst the tangled reeds of my worries and barriers gently pulling them from their roots and tying them into beautiful bundles each with an ethereal flutesong bow burden-bundles song-swept away unravelled one by one lifted by the floating echo a life song rests in my core.
R. Carlos Nakai is a native American flute player. I was listening to his enchanting music when I wrote this.
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Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
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