Out of the breath comes a rhythm. And out of the rhythm comes a sound. And out of the sound comes two sounds and then a chain of sounds. This is a song. It starts with the breath and the breath is linked to the cycles of the moon. Without the moon, there is no beginning or end, like the breath. Apulling in and letting out. And this is how we contract, expand, why we hold hands and then let them go. This is the circle within each we are held. Our hands, our eyes, our hearts, our voices.Everything sings. And the song takes us back to what we are longing for. These are the songs I learned from trees.
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