I dedicate myself
to worshipping
the infinite beauty
I bow down
honouring what is
I am humbled
by my hands
by my eyes
by my voice
I slide easy
like a just oiled trombone
making music
adding sounds
to the composition
we are writing
with our lives.
I hear wondrous
notes, ranging
encompassing
Life as we know it not.
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