I Remember . . .

Along Springwater Corridor 

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Yesterday becomes a dream . . . yet, like the dust of stars which
makes up our bones . ..  our memories grow into our soul . . .
and the newage dances with that old jazz . . . following
a new path . . . made from the heart . . .




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Cool . . . relaxing sounds. From gentle jazz to sublime chill . ..  an atmosphere full of sympathetic music . . . to take you up or leave you calm  . . .  



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Beautiful!!!
At times I wept and others I smiled . . . the music took me on a ride . . .
A warm afternoon . . . in the cool of the shade . . . I lay and dreamed
of times I loved and times I died . ..  
I dreamed of things so long ago . . . another lifetime . ..  another star . . .
I dreamed of when I had wings . . . and singed my heart
in the fires of passion . .. . I dreamed of peace . . . in the bottom of the
ocean . . . I flew . .  I ran . . . my day slipped by  . .  and when the music was over
I was sad and yet the melodies echoed in the shadows of my mind . . .
These pieces are way too short!



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You must go to this page: https://www.jamendo.com/en/list/a148270/three-irish-ballads-by-w.-allingham (it will open in a new tab) and read the poetry of William Allingham, an Irish poet (1824-1889) . . . which is set to Aufklarung's wonderful music. Music and poetry dream together . . . building the heart and soul . . . lifting wings and fly into the ever-after. The music has an ethereal, Irish flavor . . .  and brings visions to the inner eye.



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Unusual and quirky . . . and even quite beautiful and emotional at times . . . soothing as a breeze . . . touching and gentle . . . 



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Gentle, yet leading, a masterpiece in direction and dream . . . Takes us on a voyage through the depths of the unknown . . . energies flow and guide us like starlight and color our waters to fill us to the brim with completion . . . Creative forces take us onto the empty canvas . . . where we can paint the vision .. .. and fulfill our destinies . . .



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Minimal and droning . . . quiet like a lazy river . . . deep, dark and dreamy like the night sky . . 
and peaceful like the early dawn . . . 




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Adding Music to Fire . . .

Make a wish . . .

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My eyes are attracted to lovely pictures . . . my ears
to beautiful music . . . my heart flames with the dreams of
love
and my wings are lifted up with the sound of the soul's
passion . .

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And the music is magic which fills my soul with unknown
colors . . . 



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Piano music, moving and sad, as the artist explained . . . he has
the dark soul of melancholia . . . a muse that turns and writhes
within the heart and inspires the creative moments to give birth
to the dream . . .



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Always in my heart . . . I am greedy for the music of EIVISSA SALINAS . . . 



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A space dream is built from this music . .  lush and with many dimensions . . . the beauty of the Universe cannot be described in words or vision but through the music it takes shape, and grows within my soul . . .. 



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Dreamy and seductive . . . I am drawn to the music of the cool waters, the atmosphere,
the forest . ..  



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Vibrations . . .

A garden in France - Eyrignac

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the universe
a glad place . . . sad . . .
eternally vibrating
 . . . its song as a dance . . .
waves leap and soar
jiggling and wiggling . . .
my hand touches light . .  holding it back
like water it drips through my fingers . .
exploring . .  exploding
vibrating through space . . .
the stars
on their course
are mere vibrations . . . a nucleus,
old universe cast offs . . .
building my body . .
to jump
and sway . . . vibrate to the music . ..


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Trance with a silver glow . .. the beat is strong and the melody is brilliant . .. 

soft . . . and enticing . . .

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Rain falls . . . dancing through the storm . . .
water molecules vibrating through the thousand nights . . .
life is energy and the music feeds the soul  . . .




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The song of birds shred the morning air
and the sound of music follows with soft clouds
interspersed through the rising sun . . .
night sleeps and the moon slips over the mountains . . .



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an acoustic guitar rambles through the night . . . dreaming of life and the year behind
and all the little sunbeams fall
to brighten those days . . .

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sincere dreams . ..  left alone
under the front porch . . .
of the abode of the gods . . .
becoming beautiful and dreamy . . .
as the long for the open skies . . . and mossy roots . . 



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So beautiful . . . like a trip through life . .  
humanity looks
to the stars and the depths of the seas
to find it's gods . . .  and sees
that they are just as lost . . . as all the
rest of creation.  



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I find on the darkened pathway . . 
the end of all roads
and there a light leads me
to a picture of you .. ..
deep in the soul searching melody
a heart of sorrow bleeds
and is only lifted by the song of surrender
and a still bright picture of you  . . . 




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Walking in other's moccasins . . .
Dreaming the song of Hope . . the stars
catch our hearts . .
holding them inside their burning darkness . . .
follow the trail there
follow it close . . .





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