Yin Yang ~ Philip Brent
To make every moment a work of art
To see truth in each second of our day
Live as if no time is left, embrace all
Comprehend magic in the mundane
Feel music as a pianist bobs and bows
Rocks back and forth like Ray Charles
Not blindness, because music is inside
Dance’s soul in your feet, art in hands
Attuned, each note, nuance, light, dark
Ugly and beautiful, ridiculous, sublime
Like score, instruments become music
Notes, rests, measures, cosmic concert
Rhythm within us fast, slow, lush, spare
Birth to death and all things in between
Clashing, clangorous, subtle grace note
Stop seeking divisions; it’s all one thing
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