Who makes the music: the flute or the flautist?
Come to think of it, what’s a flute? No fancy mechanics, merely a hollow reed. You can see right through it.
When sublime music flows out from it, the Flute says: I created the music. And you shake your head and explain compassionately: No flautist, no music.
The breath of consciousness, the reed of body. Sublime potential.
When sublime music flows out from it, the Flute says: I created the music. And you shake your head and explain compassionately: No flautist, no music.
The breath of consciousness, the reed of body. Sublime potential.
The Bauls have a song:
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And should he play but one note,
I shall be happy all the days of my life"