Each bowl becomes a vortex to other dimensions.
Unearthly sounds. Impossible complexity heard in one constant movement. Arm to hand, to mallet, to bowl. Divine connection.
Unveiling the edges of consciousness, traversing light into dark and back again.
To stroke a bowl for as long as it requires precisely and no longer.
Until I become the bowl and the bowl becomes me. Unifying in vibration and energetic pattern for as long as is required.
To transmute the inexpressible. To feel the whole universe inside. To play in a space that cannot be described or known until you know it.
May the full moon envelope you in golden delights.
May the dark night sing your soul song…
And leave you enriched with it’s magical glow.
