Begin the
song exactly where you are,
Remain within the world of which you’re made.
Call nothing common in the earth or air,
Accept it
all and let it be for good.
Start with the very breath you breathe in now,
This moment’s pulse, this rhythm in your blood
And listen
to it, ringing soft and low.
Stay with the music, words will come in time.
Slow down your breathing. Keep it deep and slow.
Become an
open singing-bowl, whose chime
Is richness rising out of emptiness,
And timelessness resounding into time.
And when
the heart is full of quietness
Begin the song exactly where you are.
- Malcolm
Guite
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Shout for joy to
the Lord, all
the earth,
burst into jubilant song with music;
make music to the Lord with the harp,
with the harp and the sound of singing.
burst into jubilant song with music;
make music to the Lord with the harp,
with the harp and the sound of singing.
- Psalm 98:4-5
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