The House ...She lays her beams in music, In music everyone, To the cadence of the whirling world Which dances around the sun- That so they shall not be displaced By lapses or by wars, But for the love of happy souls Outlive the newest stars.
For in self-giving, if anywhere, we touch a rhythm not only of all creation but of all being.
Music dominates the universe. It is the prime force. It has given shape to space.
One of the reasons I believe in jazz is that the oneness of man can come through the rhythm of your heart. It’s the same anyplace in the world, that heartbeat. It’s the first thing you hear when you’re born — or before you’re born — and it’s the last thing you hear.
The whole art of ecstasy, meditation, samadhi, is: How to become one with the rhythm of the universe. When it exhales, you exhale. When it inhales, you inhale. You live in it, are not separate, are one with it.
The earth moves in a certain rhythm, a certain sound, a certain note. When the music stops the earth will stop and everything upon it will die.
Sometimes it takes just living your life a certain way to be able to open yourself to the rhythm of the cosmos.
If you look deep enough you will see music; the heart of nature being everywhere music.
The stillness in stillness is not the real stillness; only when there is stillness in movement does the universal rhythm manifest.
Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.
I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depth of the stars.
Of what is the body made? It is made of emptiness and rhythm. At the ultimate heart of the body, at the heart of the world, there is no solidity. Once again, there is only the dance.
ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars
The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God.
All melodious poets shall be hoarse as street ballads, when once the penetrating keynote of nature and spirit is sounded-the earth-beat, sea-beat, heart-beat, which make the tune to which the sun rolls, and the globule of blood and the sap of the trees.
Love is the song of the soul singing to God. It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets - sun and moon lit
Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.
