An Uncanny Burst of Scented Stars

There is a sacred space in which time no longer exists as such, in which the flavour of eternity and unconscious memories dances with the perfume of today’s visions and dreams.

In this space: mirrors, reflections, light, darkness, ripples… creation. I will rest here for while….

Life is presence, movement, change and most of all mystery. No beginning, no end. An uncanny burst of scented stars.?

‘Dreams…’ is my second little homemade video. ?
Original song with Tibetan bowl, Indian tampura, cow bells, ankle bells and voice. ? I recorded it sitting on the floor of the front room, singing and playing to the flame of a candle.❣️
Montage made with snippets taken on my walks in Yorkshire UK and some reflections in the river Ouse in York at night. ?

Where do your wonderings/wanderings take you??

“Dreams of an Ancient Time
Dreams of an Ancient Land
Dreams of an AncientWound
Dreams…
I gaze through the window of my heart
It looks unto my soul
Such soft whispers
Such sweet whispers
Birthing the vision of a better world”