The Love flute song is constantly changing. Discovering new
pathways of sound through the confusion of life. Pathways that are clearer by
far than anything I have ever experienced. Pathways that light the way to a better tomorrow. If the tone is sharp or flat
relative to some artificial standard – what do I care? Do the birds care? How
boring to be always the same. Let freedom ring and come out of the Native
American style flute. May it reach into every crevice of conventionality. Not
measuring or judging anything according to some external yardstick. Knowing,
always, that every note is enough in all places and at all times. My song
unique. And yours as well. Gently blowing forth creative notes into the
unknown. Not expecting to hear that same sound again – perhaps ever. Letting our life
unfold and our own music go out into it. Playing our part in the grand symphony
of the Universe as it is continuously transforming and discovering itself anew.
The music says that in spite of every dark cloud and feeling of pain there is I
– the music – I help heal all discomfort.
I play for the birds as they wake in the morning. I listen
to their reply. The birds are the great, indefatigable singers. My Love flute
song joins theirs. Together we sing a song that has been unfolding for as long
as there has been the earth under our feet and air for us to breath.
The bright, clear morning of the Summer solstice. The yearly
circle has turned and the sun is going to start back south again. May the summer
sun bring blessing to all the Brothers and Sisters and the plants and animals
of this divine creation. May it bring Peace on Earth and good will towards all
men. May our enemies become our friends. And may light and healing flow out
through our music to a waiting world.
