The Space

when you dial into that “butter zone” and you feel that pure tone, you can’t hold onto it forever… you have to breathe, but when you produce that finite soulful tone, you can follow that tone, it will take you somewhere, and when it gives way to another tone equally pure… you can follow it somewhere else, each tone or progression of tones takes you farther and farther from where you are and deeper into your inner space, as you follow those tones and get lost within them you will find a place beyond thought, a place beyond even meditation, you will lose your relationship with time, you will find you have no self, your life is in those tones and the spaces in between, you don’t live to play… you play to live, the ancestral flutes of antiquity have no rules, they are as open and free as poetry, a wide open world of freedom, the solitary, deep, personal, and temporary translations from the heart that only exist as you breathe them into existence, then are gone forever… unless you play for or with another, the truest magic wand of our world and the oldest known instrument, our fireside friend… the flute!