“What science cannot declare, art can suggest; what art suggests silently, poetry speaks aloud; but what poetry fails to explain in words, music can express. Whoever knows the mystery of vibrations indeed knows all things.”
— Hazrat Inayat Khan
Mirrors
A leaf, color half-transformed, wandering to me, like a feather falling from a rushing migrating bird, gifted me a faint sigh when hitting on the concrete pavement. A sparrow, teamed up, flying over me, like an elegant wind, left me no clouds when disappearing into the clear sky. A breeze, gentle yet firm, passing through me, like an adept flute player, cooled off on skin while pulling me into a song. An instrumentalist, standing still, becomes more of themself, like an autumn tree parting leaves, told me everything.
I stand still, remembering how my deft fingers pluck strings. I remain still, remembering how my mesmerizing song hugs spaces. I am alone in stillness, remembering how my layered language clouds my heart.
I return home, having left a leaf to its own season. The freshly cleaned mirror in the entryway, asking not to look away. What reflection do I seek? A quiet figure with a patient ear? Or an image of blank? I look back in my window and see a lucent shadow, but through I see birds in a tree — surely headed south, for warmer shores and seas. How can they traverse these miles with no compass but their heart? What fledgling goose smells the breeze and sees their path written in the sky?
Sound of wing beats in my ear. I close my eyes tight and listen through a tear. To the sounds of summer flying away, the rustle of leaves not either long to stay. Giving way to the harvest, the fruit of summer heat, filling our stores before winter gusts strong. I hear a refraction, reaching back far, to a land without words, image, or car. To flight of geese, and sound of wing, echoes of Self, sung steady.
With Friends
As the new season, equinox, and full moon approach, we invite you to zoom into this meditative container from your home base and explore active breathwork and in-depth sound. A one-hour experience into yourself to connect with clarity, calm, and ease.
We are excited to be co-creating and collaborating with artist Kate Rose. Also known as Airbender One, she leads immersive sonic experiences where the sound of our planet’s elements intertwine with modular synthesis to create an elevating meditative journey.
RSVP is $1+ venmoed to @Adrian-Williamson (private with your email in description).
From Our Oracles
A process of reflection and refraction, but beyond the veil of light, and into transformations. Inquiry behind the bright, not with dancing distractions, but into the sacred feminine — the soil of manifestation. Recognize and remove the seeds of weeds — trust that the language of guilt, shame, and judgment has absolutely no relevance. True increasing lifts all parts of the cosmic whole. Acquisition is a delusion. The harmonious function of decreasing is simply to decrease the collective ego, creating space for the Self to arise.
Some Links
📻 Fantastic Fungi: a journey through the kingdom of mushrooms, telling a human story long ago erased, of interconnection, transformation, and healing.
🎆 Shangri-La: a four-part documentary series into the life of the legendary producer Rick Rubin, and his mythic recording studio. What begins as a story of sound and music quickly becomes much more.
🗺 Radio Aporee: sound around the world, on a map.
🐋 Sheet Music for the Natural World: Acoustic ecologist Michelle Fournet reads the scientific sheet music of whale songs for Picture This.
We’ve been listening to:
To Be By Your Side by Nick Cave
Toilet Brushes by Nils Frahm
Sit Around The Fire by Jon Hopkins with Ram Dass, East Forest
Repetition by Max Cooper
Angelus Novus by Hatis Noit
Some Words
What force resisting entropy
Does not force
That which is coarse?
What space speaks in silence?
Steady and sure
An inaudible purr
Have you touched the commotion
Of objections in motion
And rejected their entreaty?
Have you heard the unseen face of negative space
Which watches me watching you
Whispering through sweetened senses?
It smells of some blueberries
Peaches and cherries
Cold in the sun
Of some child’s summer fun
A playdate perhaps
With healthy Mom-snacks
What fills our trust
Forsakes the must
And forgives our rust?
What force resisting entropy
Is no force
And is simply the course?