The Flow Of Time

The sound does not come from outside, yet it enters you. The breath moves through the flute as rivers through the valley, not to go anywhere, but to show the way things are.

Each note is a moment.
It does not pass.
It opens,
and is.

Two voices speak together,
like streams side by side,
past and future
Dancing on the water.

Listen,
And you may hear the still one within you,
from whom all songs flow.

This song cannot be hurried or held.
It plays you,
until you see there is no river of time,
only this breath,
only this now.