Music harmony of the spheres
Music, of all human arts, is along capable of expressing the ineffible.
Man has perceived the Harmony of the Spheres in the ecstasy which the concourse of sounds provokes in his soul. Everything which has been left unsaid is awakened by music, even at which poetry can only hint. But the traditions of music relates to music alone; no shapes in nature determine its character. It may become highly formal, but its habits are its own, and its essence that gave it birth; hence, it has spontaneously existed wherever there hes been emotion to invoke an audible response.
Music thus falls "like drops of golden light" (Hesse), or erupts as a "high tree in the ear" (Rilke). Every mood, every inflection of sound, is reflected in visual sensations, the fragile tones in the showers of delicate crystal, the deeper ones in an ooze of creamy opalescence.
With mounting sublimity, the inner vision beholds the majestic dance of life, swirling in a boundless rhythm of creative activity, flowing endlessly into the forms of eternal Harmony.
Every transition is breathing in-and-out of the world's organism, fulfilling, in its movement between Heaven and Earth, the innermost destiny of conscious existence.
Every sigh, every phrase reveals in its turn the mystery of pain and bliss, infinitely pulsating throughout a universe of sentient awareness. The vast spectacle, with its endless images in musical concourse, recedes into gulfs of widening grandeur, enfolding within its heart the glowing shapes of phenomenality , like jewels upon a net of intertwining Creation, perfused with a single identity of sensate bliss In its very exaltation , the mind discerns its own reflection in the dazzling motion of each atom, trembling before the might instrument of the cosmos, enveloping each conscious fibre in a final Unio Mystica of incandescent sound. Near and far, the casements of Eternity blaze with resplendent light, unutterably pure and serene, transfigured into a limitless scene of ineffable peace, unspeakably felt in the perfect knowledge of immediate experience. In these ultimate moments of human transcendence, the inner vision is opened to the last of life's secrets,comprehending in our fleeting evanescence the exquisite longing of all existence, lyrically palpable with an unbearable sublimity which transforms our drama of life and death, of love and desire, into distant music, immutably joyful and sad, as if the deepest happiness and the uttermost suffering were one common ecstasy.
This little piece came out of The Far-Off Land.
By Dr. Eugene Seaich.
Edited by Eric Hendrickson,
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