tribute to the happy little hedgehog

I am in the midst of musical genius. There is nothing better than music improv--the notes are not held captive to any verse or line of lyrics--there are no flaws because everything is newly born--it had no previous pedestal to contend with. It revives you because you are following your own breaths, free to relax into the music where time exists without borders. There is no reason to stop and when it finally has ended the air fills up with words that are hollow because they lack the life that music bestows. I am flooded with the beauty of what has been created here and now. To witness this is almost as grand as creating it because I feel as if the self that I am in this musical state has been changed and moulded in some small way. Another thing that compells me to write is the act of worship I have glimpsed when those whom God has gifted have refused to only taste potential but to own it and that, my friends, is what this life is about--what worship is about when one no longer sees humanity because humanity has limits, but is able to sit back and see the higher glory behind it that is timeless and faithfully real.