I need to sing
the song my heart speaks
it is not always the same song
because my heart still beats
It hears
It reflects
it echos
it harmonizes
with the songs of its surroundings


The Aborigines of Austrailia
speak of the dream time
before this existence
it began with a dream
and the dream created sound
and sound froze the dream into shape
and every shape has its own song
and the song molds the matter
and keeps its form
and all things will sing forever
but the songs change 
as do the shapes
all things exist in the dream 
all songs shape reality
let your mind sing
let your heart dance 
to the melodies
and all shapes are yours
to behold
past
present 
and future