Music carries information
Which a sensitive person responds to.

When fine music plays,
My thinking is stopped
And I can�t help but respond
To the music.

Information conveyed in fine music
Is what my movement expresses
Even as I write

On a day like today,
A day of deep clarity,
After the stars sang of rapture
During a night of pure joy.

Music conveys information
To the mind of the listener.
Words convey information
Of another kind.

Music excites or relaxes,
Repels or attracts.
You listen more to what you like,
And when the music communicates best
You don�t think or talk.

Your eyes can�t process printed matter,
And you don�t chatter

On a day like today,
A day of deep clarity,
After the stars sang of rapture
During a night of pure joy.

Young people go to college
And study lots of knowledge
And even modern philosophy.

But when a bird sings
Outside the classroom window
Or when a bee stings and dies
Yet with music in its wings
The distinction can�t be made
Between what�s living and what�s dead

On a day like today,
A day of deep clarity,
After the stars sang of rapture
During a night of pure joy.

Have you ever been lying down
In bed or on a couch
And listened to the music made
By a fly caught in a cobweb?

Have you seen the spider come out
Of its hiding place
And wrap up the doomed singer

Even as butterflies
Flutter their wings
And make a soft music
Over the flowering lantana

On a day like today,
A day of deep clarity,
After the stars sang of rapture
During a night of pure joy?

Along the busy street I walk
And I hear the inner sobbing
Even as philosophers talk
Rather than listen to the throbbing
Music all around them.

Desires and sorrows keep making
The notes of a music man
As the dancers keep shaking
Or moving like my pen hand

On a day like today,
A day of deep clarity,
After the stars sang of rapture
During a night of pure joy.

Music conveys information
Of a very special kind.
Notes are pure vibrations
Devoid of intellectual content
Except their wave functions.

Colors are the same.
Purple, pink, scarlet and olive green,
These are what we name
Different wave functions.

To the mathematician this is reality,
And he wholly understands
Why the wild aboriginal dancers
First adorned their faces

On a day like today,
A day of deep clarity,
After the stars sang of rapture
During a night of pure joy.

Sound and color,
The artist and the composer
Are one in the rapture
Whose communication is pure mathematics.

The universe is connected in every person
Who feels the music and daubs color
On a face or on a canvas
And is united in the truth
Not often accessible to conscious minds

On a day like today,
A day of deep clarity,
After the stars sang of rapture
During a night of pure joy.

Hear
The wild birds singing
Out in the locust grove.

Hear the roll of distant thunder
Coming from ten miles east
Of Lawrence
By the brown swollen Kaw.

See the blue boy over there
Riding his new red bicycle
Under the box elder tree.

See the blue sky above us now,
So richly colored by the
Fierce July sun

On a day like today,
A day of deep clarity, After the stars sang of rapture
During a night of pure joy.

I am the dancing light upon the water.
I am the bright flag flapping in the stiff breeze.
I am the loud boom of a big round drum.
I am the song fluttering out of a cricket�s wings.
I am the many hearts beating in one love embrace.
I am the invisible river carrying the universe on and on.
I am the mathematician and the composer
Yet making the Mona Lisa smile

On a day like today,
A day of deep clarity,
After the stars sang of rapture
During a night of pure joy.

Oread is a mighty place
Where minds have met and set
Great truths in stone.

The old temples remain on Oread
Where universal truths sustain the eternal flame.

Kansas east, north, west and south of Lawrence
Is spread now like a feast table around Oread.

The very heart of America is here,
Where what�s true will never be
Completely buried
and forgotten

On a day like today,
A day of deep clarity,
After the stars sang of rapture
During a night of pure joy.

Music carries information
Which a sensitive person responds to.

When fine music plays,
My thinking is stopped
And I can�t help but respond
To the music.

Information conveyed in fine music
Is what my movement expresses
Even as I write

On a day like today,
A day of deep clarity,
After the stars sang of rapture
During a night of pure joy.

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