Music As Transcendence

Music is the food of my soul. I wrote the following poem after having a particularly trance like experience during one piece of music that was played at a recent show I attended:

Eyes closed, body moving at the spine up and down.
I'm letting the music in, letting it soak into my flesh.
Asking it to entrain every cell and every process to the rhythm of synchronicity.
Envisioning systems working together seamlessly and perfectly.

Effortlessly I become something like a mist.
This mist that is I is floating expansively with the
vapour of the music moving with me, among me, around me and through me.
Together we are waves and particles.

There are no edges to "me".
I no longer sense my body.
I am unaware of my skin, my clothes, my pain, my connectedness to the chair.
There is no "local I" any longer.

This is how the right brain feels.
This is my soul without the constraints of my body.
I am unaware of my hands touching each other.
All that is felt is "harmonic, harmonic, harmonic".

Suddenly the tears flow as I realize that I am in a state of blissful trance.
But it is not I; it is the notes and the spirit that I have become.
Although it only lasts for seconds, it feels timeless and endless.
This is a perfect euphoric moment of lightness.

Photo Art by Andrea Despot on Etsy.