The Fibonacci sequence appears in nature more frequently than one might expect; the branching of trees, the arrangement of leaves on a stem, the fruitlets of a pineapple, even the spiral galaxies all exhibit Fibonacci patterns. Give your attention to the experience of seeing rather than to the object seen and you will find yourself everywhere.
—Rupert Spira
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Of what is the body made? It is made of emptiness and rhythm.
At the ultimate heart of the body, at the heart of the world, there is no solidity. Once again, there is only the dance.
At the unimaginable heart of the atom, the compact nucleus, we have found no solid object, but rather a dynamic pattern of tightly confined energy vibrating perhaps 1022 times a second: a dance ...
Remember when our songs were just like prayers. Like gospel hymns that you called in the air. Come down come down sweet reverence, Unto my simple house and ring... And ring
Ring like silver, ring like gold Ring out those ghosts on the Ohio Ring like clear day wedding bells Were we the belly of the beast or the sword that fell... We’ll never tell
Come to me clear and cold on some sea Watch the world spinning waves, like that machine
Now I’ve been crazy couldn’t you tell I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell Now I’m covered up in straw, belly up on the table Well I drank and sang, and passed in the stable.
That tall grass grows high and brown, Well I dragged you straight in the muddy ground And you sent me back to where I roam Well I cursed and I cried, but now i know... now I know
And I ran back to that hollow again The moon was just a sliver back then And I ached for my heart like some tin man When it came oh it beat and it boiled and it rang... oh it's ringing
Ring like crazy, ring like hell Turn me back into that wild haired gale Ring like silver, ring like gold Turn these diamonds straight back into coal
—Gregory Alan Isakov
The Stable Song
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Lips, words, and you snare them, Dreams, words, and they are as jewels, Strange spells of old deity, Ravens, night, allurement: And they are not; Having become the souls of song.
