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Librivox M4B collection audiobooks 1 by Librivox Volunteers
˘Folytatásért görgess a kép alá.˘
There are many ways to express ourselves.
And no matter how much I sometimes like to push away the given magic to it still comes back because that_s the vehicle to come back home every time. Circles, circles, circles, spirals, spirals. Seems some things they just come around over and over, and over, and over. And the characters who bring certain experiences changes yet they are familiar somehow they are familiar.
Just lots of faces, lots of faces.
And that_s different and yet the same. So many layers of experiences and stories, so many clothes so many legends. I_m telling myself and yet from time to time I can feel an empty space.
I can feel there is a black hole I_m trying to reach,
I_m trying to connect to, I_m trying to return to.
I can get so busy to so many different beautiful things and yet that black hole is still there. If I am truly authentic with myself I can see the longing, I can feel that something is not complete. Looking, looking, looking outside telling myself stories wearing more masks, more nice costumes. Another place, another country, another lover, another friend. Taking myself away from that black hole.
Spirals, spirals, spirals Waves...
As I stay in front of the mirror I can see myself naked not trying to hide anything, trying not to be anybody. Trying to not be trying. And as that ocean washes wash away all my thoughts, all the fears, all the insecurities all the stories, all the battles all the nice battles as it wash all of it away it seems there is nowhere to run anymore there is nobody to be but the ocean itself. We have known each other so quite a long time.
Yes? My friend
We have spent time together all over the world, been in so many different places. And very often you_ve been acting as me and I didn_t even know about that. You kinda been taken roles talking to people making love and loving different ladies, telling stories. And there is a meeting when we can just see each other there is this place where we can meet And where I don_t have to be you anymore and you don_t have to be me anymore I don_t have to run away from you and can just hug you and kiss you and say "Thank you for being and play". Because in the end this is a very beautiful playful energy what you are. And I don_t have to run away from you because you are so beautiful you are so beautiful Isn_t he beautiful? Beautiful.
So I wish that every monkey inside of me maybe somebody else would not take over that I could see that I could see and that I could give thanks for it appearing. Because in the end we are all connected In the end there is this theory that we have read in books and have seen in films.
That_s part of the experience to fall and stand up again So you know the theory, that we are all connected? Right? That_s a really nice theory. Some ancient people left us messages with the flower of life images, you know? Very nice image, great reminder that everything is connected. And I feel like as much I would love to think positive I have so many negative thoughts in my head. As much I would love to laugh about this character, that takes over He takes over anyway And I get to love him more Because that_s part of me also And what this character secretly told me an a little story that every thought he thinks a music is created.
Every thought that pass through
is an opportunity to create a symphony. So in that case all of us are musicians know we that or not we are music We can play music, and we can be the ocean Circles, circles, spirals, spirals and when we meet again we will never be the same on the next round just because we are all related and the same We are like the flowers after just a few moments they never the same.
the masks of characters pretenders there is pain Underneath of every actor that plays the role there is pain And when this bubble of pain recognized it_s nice to let it - phhh That_s easy to put another mask It_s easy to put another clothes and another story I just do a little experiment If there is anybody can see your bubble this bubble some kind of a bubble If you can see Try to keep your attention to this bubble right now and we do whatever time will think right now maybe fifteen minutes or twenty minutes that the sound, the wave will still come in another round. Let just those negative bubbles go, let them fly out let them fly out What do you think, Zorba, how many thoughts been passing through tonight here? You think a lot of them? Sure, yeah, I think We think, we think that there is a lot of thoughts been passing through Do you think we need them, do you think are they real?
What do you think, Zorba? No?
Maybe not real. You think, they are not real, right? Yeah, we think Is this real like ummmhh? Yeah, that looks real, yeah? That feels real Maybe a little bit more than the thoughts, no? Yes? Yes So maybe we should just do this (takes a deep breath) ummmhh That_s kinda a release thing, yeah? this thoughts process of release, yeah? I think, yeah, we think No, we are not thinking, we are feeling, yeah? Feeling, thinking is all kind of could be all the same anyway, yeah? So it_s kind of what? We just, we just release Whatever just happened I have no idea and I don_t need to have any ideas I can be just grateful for this momentum because this momentum will never come back again and the same scenario Zorba, you are great companion I can talk to you forever I don_t need to tell anybody anything to do, right? Because we are having conversation.
We don_t know anything anyway, yeah?
A concert without concept... That_s a great concept we could burn the concepts though Concert without concept, that_s great! A little birdie flew by and it dropped a little idea that out of time, out of space out of nowhere a sound appeared That sound gave birth to many other sounds In their multiplication they were given birth to trillions of billions of sounds And in each uniqueness they are creating the symphony of life Every object around us has a sound And our own music changed each time
What do you think?
What do you feel when we express or not? Incredible musicians we are Knowing we are or not we are creating sound of life Each of us With every thought With every emotion We are creating music And the birdie asked itself: "I wonder if those sounds naturally can create a beautiful symphony? Naturally» It will never be the same without each of us being present here without each of the emotion we are collectively being experiencing In an unique way I like to give thanks to this beautiful place to Vasiliy and all the crew that hosted us here Like mandala of life being created and destroyed created and destroyed created and destroyed every time again And I want to give thanks to this beautiful magician lady manifesting the colors And as a main thanks I would love to remind each of us to look around and to give thanks to each other Because without each of us being here it would not happen the same
Estas Tonne is also known as performer of "Internal Flight", "The Song of the Golden Dragon", "The Inside Movie", "The Song of the Butterfly" and many other amazing compositions played with acoustic guitar. A fusion of classical structure, technique of Flamenco, roots of Gypsy, characteristics of Latin and Electronic Soundscape..