In a state of restless consternation,
the candidates awaited the arrival of The Master.
A hush fell over the room as the curtains began to part.
With a marked air of dignity, Olmark glided to center-stage.
His presence brought their newly sharpened awareness into focus.
“Attuned — understand?
Listen up, all ye initiates of The Order.
The note; the original, plays on in the unseen background.
Can you hear it? Don’t you sense it? Like a stream of morning dew?
The everlasting vibrant hum, constant in its flow,
permeates the atmosphere and saturates the inner spheres.
Immersed from within and submerged from without,
you reside in the flow that never ends, that never began,
that never ceases to amaze me with its sound presence of Mind.
Hear ye! Hear ye all! Behold this grand piano!
Be held in the suspense of its harmonics as I play,
as I join in with the song, with the tune that drifts beyond
the imagination of the stars.”
Master Olmark took his seat and placed his long delicate fingers
over the black and white keys. After turning a serious eye
to his audience, he nodded his head in recognition,
and commenced to play his magic.
As the notes flew about the room,
each member heard a different tune,
and came to recognize the song as being their own.
‘Twas a song composed of the hopes and dreams of all.
Give a listen, dear reader ~ and perhaps,
you will hear them coming true.
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Thank you! Uncle Tree