Music of the Spheres
Part of the process of being alive is learning to listen to different scales. There are perhaps an infinite number of scales along the spectrum of movement, but we humans often get so focused on only hearing one particular scale, say the C scale, lets call this the Homo sapien scale. Being tuned into only this scale means that anything outside of this well-known scale is overlooked and often misunderstood as being chaotic, meaningless, and unimportant to humans. This is like the man who stumbles upon a Perma Farm and finds it all tangled and messy, a place of ‘weeds,’ unable to hear the music of a multitude of scales; healing scales, insect scales, nurishing scales, teaching scales... The music is playing and the we should dance, but far too often we just walk on, unable to notice the angelic songs all around us.
"We thought of life by analogy with a journey, a pilgrimage, which had a serious purpose at the end, and the thing was to get to that end, success or whatever it is, maybe heaven after you’re dead. But we missed the point the whole way along. It was a musical thing and you were supposed to sing or to dance while the music was being played."
There is real music in nature, the geometric patterns of flowers, fruit, and leafs arrangements are playing music. The Black Raspberry is singing, its structure, colors, and pentatonic flowers are adding their part, having learned long ago how to play harmoniously. Its music may be on a different scale, and may even slip into different spectrums, and though we may not yet hear it with our ears, we can see it giving off its own creative waves of shape and color. There is music here to be heard and learnt from, if we could only, for a moment, remember to listen. It is our supreme duty to hear this music, to learn from it, and then, to add to it something worthy.
"There is a song that flows from the mountains. Where wind and wild water glisten. Where rocks cry out, and the plants sometimes shout. But we have forgotten to listen. Noise is our new companion. A universe turned into machine. We thrash about, searching for clout. Sleep walking in a civilized dream."
