Gregorian Chants

21 August 2005
While I was listening to the music I left the physical world and was in a world of dreams; Dreams which seemed more real than anything there was. This world seemed abstract and irrelevant completely. I was not a body but a soul. A clear mixture of thoughts, some looking like currents of water flowing though the air and some were sparks of colour flashing up and sinking again to the beats of the ringing bells. The deep voices were long strands of twanging vibrations, connecting each part of the dark blue, almost black universe, so rich of feeling. The beat of drums was solidness, lightly, but steadily shaking. The deep organs were like clouds hard as a rock to stand on, yet the softest beds of the universe. The clear twang of instruments seemed like threads of love wrapping around my arms, holding me from above. Everything was a swaying universe where we fall forever, slow as a snail yet never going anywhere. Never declining at all, like a universe underwater. There was no colour but brightness and darkness. There was no texture but solidness and softness. There was no sound but vibrations and beats. There was just o world of feelings . . .

You may think that I am just creative at making things up, but what if? What if I didn't make it? Just trust, believe . . .It is there. Let yourself feel it. It is everywhere, it is nowhere. It isn't time, it isn't shape, it isn't distance, it isn't anything yet it is.
IT IS.
By P.L. Rao