A special kind of music lives here
Amidst the mountain mist
Its benevolence is strangely clear
The circling of a breeze so crisp
Carries its message softly to my ear
The oneness of the universe insists
On fracturing my frail veneer
Lost in this musical tryst
A twig breaks—a deer
Meeting, our gaze lingers—we coexist
In this moment, we disappear
Through millennia, we drift
Lifted beyond the stratosphere
Soaring above the swift
Spirits who insouciantly appear
Dipping down into the midst
Of crested mountains sheer
Eagles we enlist
To retrieve a souvenir
Of this infinite moment where we exist
When the music living here
Brushed us with its fragrant kiss
And disappeared
—Christina Knowles (2015)
Disturbing the Universe 
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