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All The Birds And A Telephone Ringing

what a magical thing to be able to contemplate the world!
your eyes become one with what you see. your breath merges with the breath of the wind.
your skin is no longer your skin but the skin of what you touch.
what you hear is what you are.
i breathe in what is ( here ) and when i breathe out i give myself just as i am.

sometimes darkness takes over, we get blind, scared, lonely… and all of a sudden you realise that, instead of waiting for the lights to be turned on, all you have to do is open your eyes and everything is just there in front of you! and you see and hear it like never before! and that’s magic! and that opens your heart! so you can breathe it all in and be in ecstasy!

this was my experience with field recordings. an opening. and I followed my curiosity like a child in awe with the world. a doorway into the truth of what is already here. permeating the silence, the emptiness. music all around. i did not had to do anything. except if i wanted to offer it back to the world and share it with people. and that’s what I did. joyfully. and then I added to that already self-existing music, layers of trumpet and other sounds that melted into each other producing all the birds and a telephone ringing.