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Lay Low, My Lady

"A Time For Reflection"

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This is the time to lay low, my lady, to have faith in the Universe, to pluck a harp string and listen.

It's time to meditate on the sound of a single string softly thrumming.

Our friends, our family, each present a single tone into the air.

A cacophony of sounds when assembled together. Intrusive at times, seldom in harmony, tones of friends and family are yet distinctive enough for us to focus on the one sound exclusive to each.

In this time, let us meditate on a single tone,
where it came from,
how it passed through us,
and is headed now as a voyager to a place we've never been.

A place we will one day go.

Listen carefully; you will hear the tone fade slowly into the Universe. It does not end abruptly. It merges into the ether and becomes one with the music of celestial spheres.

This is the time to lay low, my lady, to listen, to hear, to reflect on one tone among many in our lives.

 

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