During the momentary lapse of instances when the wind ceases from blowing, there exists a quiet heard only by those who see. History is halted. The streams begin to talk again. And what exists is a culmination of soft infinite sounds: the Birdlings in their ready-made boxes, the far-off moans of cattle, the sneezing of horses and, of course, the timely screams of roosters. All things begin again to mobilize and vocalize. There are exceptions of course--the opportunists never rest... wind or not. However, if one can sit still long enough, take-in fully enough and through all the enough senses and possess the many qualities of concentration... one can begin to hear the gathering of the Valkyrie sisters of Brünnhilde as they prepare for their journey to Valhalla.
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