THE SPACE BETWEEN THE NOTES
We turn clay to make a vessel; but it is on the space where there is nothing that the usefulness of the vessel depends. - Tao Te Ching
With things, with objects, greater accumulation conveys the greater appearance of worth. But the sheer mass of objects demonstrates that the only purpose of the one object is the obtaining of another. In this way, the filling of space results in emptiness. When the purpose of obtaining the one is only for obtaining the next, then you can never “have” anything.
If the notes are the events and things of our lifetimes, and if they can be played as the conscious times in our lives, then there is place, a space, that exists between these notes. This space can be envisioned as where our souls reside between lives, and where ideas, inspiration, emotion, creativity, the “why we are here” is received during the “down” time in each lifetime.
Push physics to the extreme and – in the end – it’s all space, nothingness, tickled by energy. Everything that there is – and that there isn’t – is created from what I envision as the “eternal sea of creativity.” Picture a place, a space – an existence – where the totality of being and non-being is congealed. A sea or ocean full of all the droplets of is and isn’t. The world as we know it, and the consciousness and being that we experience, come from this eternal sea of creativity. Out of the sea come individual droplets – droplets that have names, existence, memory, desires. Each droplet has the opportunity – perhaps the mandate – to use its existence to add to this eternal sea. What the addition is or can be is the challenge to each droplet – to each of “us.” One challenge is to live our lives, and each event and challenge it provides, to the optimum – to reach our “peaks.” It is in the quietness, the recesses, the moments where we come from what “is” to the place where we want to be.
LISTEN TO THE SPACE BETWEEN THE NOTES
Listen to the whisper of the Universe;
The eternal vibrations that underlie all that is
Listen to the sensations reflecting each soul’s story
In this time and place we call our life.
Listen to the thundering silence:
The silence that inspires; that supports;
That determines and defines the vessel:
The vessel that contains the bounds and boundaries
Of existence, of possibilities;
Of all that ever was and wasn’t;
Of all that is and isn’t;
Of all that will ever be and won’t be.
The notes we play
Have a deeper melody;
A baseline and rhythm
Underscoring the top notes.
Listen to a melody that knows the sounds;
The sounds of what was before the beginning;
The sounds of what will be after the end.
No crashing symbols,
No Ode to Joy;
No Angel’s Choir;
No thundering God.
A silence that is much more.
Listen to the ebb and flow,
The ebb and flow of the eternal sea of creativity.
It laps upon each shore.
It soothes the weary.
It is from where we came,
And to where we shall return.
Is created from the silence,
From the space between the notes.
Listen to the music of silence!
Listen to the music of love!
In this life I am named Arthur William Rashap. I have lived 79 years with a myriad of experiences that have enabled me to enjoy many worlds and to have met and worked with some special people. I want to share this and have the opportunity to interact with you.