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.

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  1. The Bauls have a song:

    "I am his breath in his very flute,
    And should he play but one note,
    I shall be happy all the days of my life"

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