Underneath all the texts, all the sacred psalms and canticles, these watery varieties of sounds and silences, terrifying, mysterious, whirling and sometimes gestating and gentle must somehow be felt in the pulse, ebb, and flow of the music that sings in me. My new song must float like a feather
on the breath of God. ◊ Hildegard von Bingen
Feast on this poignant capture of feather-essence by Lynn Schooler, and feel the buoyancy of this music by Marshall McGuire and Riley Lee, “Feather on the Breath of God,” from their album Floating World
Feather on the Breath of God (Hildegard von Bingen)
I eschew the ancient white man
Wrapped round in long white beard
Who peers from glittering guileless eyes.
Give me the air we breathe any time
The currents that move through the universe
Wakening us to connections
Perched on the threshold of possibility.
Give me the feather floating free-fall
Into the womb of abandonment.
© rita h kowats 2015
Photo Credit: You have feasted on the photographic work of Lynn Schooler previously on this blog ( https://www.facebook.com/lynn.schooler). Used with permission.