Yesterday at the Thursday Berkeley Farmers' Market, I get into a conversation with Karamoo and Amina who are sitting on the sidewalk. After getting my favorite breads from Eduardo Morell, first apples from Bernie, mushrooms and eggplants, I listen to Karamoo playing the kora. His partner Amina stands up and dances with me under a blue sky – I feel transported. The exquisite music from Mali is delicate and joyous, flows like a river; the sounds and harmonies open the heart. Amina smiles, showing me her graceful soul as we communicate through movement, we float…. As it ends, she declares the song a dedication to earth, a praise of its beauty. We bow. Danke schön :)
Flows, Sings In the early hour peeing later morning surprises on tongue tasting tea teeth chewing lips listening with feet on curious soles another day steps into my humming orb with honest clarity midday overflows into afternoon filled with silken chords multiple voices ring echoing through ears, flesh, bones misty waves of sound weaving droplets into dusky desire for rest, drifting, winter five o’clock sun’s gone already, structures, roofs, walls, fences, blurred, melted, faint – how could the day glide so effortlessly Open is the garden: Licht fading to shades of grey evening sprouts questions darkness delicately explores night star-studded with dreams Here a fugue entices centuries converge music by J.S. Bach reaches consoles, flows, sings, strings shimmer Tröstet das Herz, wir sehnen uns nach dieser Berührung der Seele Es regnet… Auch heute noch In der kleinen Kathedrale klingt der Gesang Violoncello Stimme Orgel ...
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