With each reliable return to practice, the intellect imitating what is written on the score, one slowly melts into the still point of Mystery, in union with Will. Bursts of grace enter unexpectedly for a moment, dispersing any awkwardness of clunky fingers working through frozen rhythms in unknown spaces. The eye of the intellect falls into the deepest rest as it is ravished awake in delight at the new arrival. Suddenly…”all is well” arrives and the song plays the student, the student the song.
thank you for this! I love “one slowly melts into the still point of Mystery, in union with Will.”