wil
UNeyeR1
thought I should post this example of music and worship...
The tribes are spread all over the countryside...in the morning of the day celebrating the birth of all...it is celebrated in silence...from the time you awake....you here nature...the rustling of the trees, the movement of the animals...the songs of the birds and the rustling of humans waking up and preparing meals...in silence.
If it hasn't happened already a hole is dug in the center of the great meadow, a fallen tree is selected, debarked, hauled to the center and planted. There are folks sitting in the meadow in prayer, there are folks in walking meditation, there are folks finishing up chores at camp...and the crew finishes tamping the ground and laying out the bark, mementos of life are hung from the tree which stands alone in the meadow...
The tribes individually and in groups begin coming in, from the woods, from the valleys, from the canyons...a circle around the tree...the aum starts reverberating...as more come in the circle grows and grows till you can't see the other side...or if you can it is just line of color and flesh across the way...a line seperating the meadow from the trees...or from sky...and the circle grows...and the aum is all you hear.
Eventually the children come up from kid's camp, with flags and banners, colorfully dressed and parading into the meadow as they form an innercircle....The sun is high in the sky the circle collapses on its center in joy the silence is broken and the drumming, dancing and eating starts...the drumming and dancing continues into the night...it is ceremony, it is worship, it is celebration....it is an experience to behold.
The tribes are spread all over the countryside...in the morning of the day celebrating the birth of all...it is celebrated in silence...from the time you awake....you here nature...the rustling of the trees, the movement of the animals...the songs of the birds and the rustling of humans waking up and preparing meals...in silence.
If it hasn't happened already a hole is dug in the center of the great meadow, a fallen tree is selected, debarked, hauled to the center and planted. There are folks sitting in the meadow in prayer, there are folks in walking meditation, there are folks finishing up chores at camp...and the crew finishes tamping the ground and laying out the bark, mementos of life are hung from the tree which stands alone in the meadow...
The tribes individually and in groups begin coming in, from the woods, from the valleys, from the canyons...a circle around the tree...the aum starts reverberating...as more come in the circle grows and grows till you can't see the other side...or if you can it is just line of color and flesh across the way...a line seperating the meadow from the trees...or from sky...and the circle grows...and the aum is all you hear.
Eventually the children come up from kid's camp, with flags and banners, colorfully dressed and parading into the meadow as they form an innercircle....The sun is high in the sky the circle collapses on its center in joy the silence is broken and the drumming, dancing and eating starts...the drumming and dancing continues into the night...it is ceremony, it is worship, it is celebration....it is an experience to behold.