"I became until I came undone.
Distracted by sound,
delayed and reverberant,
louder and louder until one day it became clear.
The melody of my days, the soundtrack of my life,
The notes that paved the way are like an ear-worm reverberation.
Not even part of me.
Something so easily extracted yet fixated on patterns became hard to beat.
Patterns that slip through the conscious, manifest unconscious, forming reality through familiarity.
Will you wait for pain and pits to change? or will you change through choice?
Changes in nature appear natural, cyclical, purposeful.
Guided by a greater intelligence.
Surrendering to this intelligence means surrendering to the illusion of control.
As creatures of habit, we inhabit creation.
Coming back to the melody, this time with awareness and perceptual expansion.. the delay subsides and what is left is now. and now. and now.
Reverberation of sound becomes reverberation of self.
Reverb creates depth, space and mimics the journey of life.
This is the poetics of space.
The poetics of sound.
Existence is birthed from experiences lived.
Experience exists from images formed. sounds felt. touch embodied.
All in divine order and divine time so that we can come back to ourselves and love."
Em Bronte Anderson