Lost in the stars, any sound means life.Humanity pulls, as it grows, from the unknown.What title you give it wares away into oblivion.
Shine as wisdom’s incisive cut—know this aboveall else.
Music is a spaceship. It travels beyond the ears,and into the heart. Into the soul.
Dig there with might. Find what you may, there.Dance with the rhythm of life.
Out of life’s chaos, create rhythm and not order.This will help you move along—a path, a journey—
or something of the kind.
Pray to Saint Coltrane on...