opus a219 max granick symphony
MAX GRANICK SYMPHONY OPUS A219
"LIFE'S MASSIVE LANGUAGE"
"HOW DO HOW DO THE LOVELY THING"
by SIMCHA BRIAN ADAM
with excerpt from BOOK # 45 of
"HOW DO HOW DO THE LOVELY THING"
language that you know the vibrant appearance of the calm bliss darkening and lightening the peripheries that relax and press in again forcing all destruction away from innocence to evaluate a situation that fluctuates and horizons dominate as our words tip on the edge creating the perfect place where essence is either or neither one way or another the horizon where the tree trunk suddenly decisively disappears into its roots deep in the darker world below the horizon line powers that be direct our unity pointing to our manifest working of our thought-full-knowledge of the dream happening within our eyes that clear the heart or is it the heart that clears the eyes way other way around and as the voice from the other room the room from the other voice where i am the i am here where here is and bells tell us what we hear from the room where there the other voice and the voice from the other room the waves carry these garments of thought addressing our way and here we are in this delivery allowing my mind to capitulate while i am my capitalizing on its venues feeling a vague-amnesia sense of justice taking hold to stop for an instant the rolling waves our waters of motion to stop for the instant of another room heading in a lightening way into the volatility of lightning streaks where i am surrounded by the interpretations of my vision the gift for time to grasp itself within the savaging cleansing and my mind does not veer from rising suns or seemingly diabolical moons that are loves visions increased in its ableness the mystery between seen and imseen the loves of teachers and students forming in continuance horizons their feet as any other animals on waking stretch and flex the portraits of themselves to be available to the breathing excitement enthusiasm of the stretching to remain foundations proposal in purpose the perfect accumulation of words the outright diagramming of the proposal to be seen and flexed in imaginations somersaulting skies blues shadings fixing in the foreheads watching the meanings of inherency collecting in memory loves laughter at its own inept foolish steppings stone to stone each stone smiling up at the face reflecting in stones base in fluctuating water shimmerings in my eyes that changing savaging in humor leave what and where i am in the pinpoint of my eyes my glimmering laugh and laughing in my qualities unique unto myself i am my own pressure point so it stands rainbow colored my own amulet witnessing my appetites living on what has been taken verbatim the laws of resurrections whisper as they always have in prompting us to look at the lilies to look out across the oceans and lands so far to see our own backs in recognition of the worlds offer side by side with our own inner sense above the mortal sprawling of our limbs and languid senseless dissolution maintaining the center plain of fires waves the middle ground of eyelids blinking visions of heaven and hell maybe you are the first in experience of particles colliding circumstances to mold thereafter the dissolution of fantasy or living in the dead mind uninspired by a creation in the space of time colliding with yourself using each other for the breath of circumstances where there may be wounds of terror and magical inclusions to bewilder and inspire conspirators evil and good blood lines filled with the risks of collisions in mental space the spirit soul demanding attention its use not be random but in knowledge of it being there spirit mind and episodes of inclusions to inspire in the sense of all collisions activating the substance of sensing the encompassments and mirrors of such things that tickle what instincts will respond in conjecture and acceptance to feel the all inclusions our collidings free to kiss and tell stories into the mirrors reflecting means around the gathering in together of the ties of senses a universal thrill of gatherings around the candles flame drift into the disappearance of eyes seeing here the mission of collective collisions burning and out where resurrections mysteries blow perhaps into snow and what we will do then in this thing the gleams of telling fortunes that will be colliding resurrections