Where the sound comes from

I feel the deep fear of vibrant strings into my soul and there are a few sounds of winds coming from remote places of the universe.

I was listening to my voice while a whale was whistling a prayer to the ocean mother and to the nowhere mind, to the loving silence.

A powerful immense sleeping freedom was there, without smile, without cry, without nothing. And I was nowhere, free to be here.

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