Listen! What can you hear? Listen is SHEMA as the Hebrew word. To seek and to find, to find a tune that makes you move, to feel a dance in your steps even while you are sitting down in a chair. How can you locate God? Where is He? Are you looking for Him? Listen to this music and find Him there.
Huge timpani drums, six or eight of them, pounding on them, getting bass, echoing bouncing against all the walls around you, sound-proof, only the best of sounds coming through, hitting the drumheads harder, leather animal skins, clanking the metal cymbals, one against the other, clinking clanking, the Psalms teach us that this is an appropriate way to call upon God. Making noise, can He hear us?? Make more noise! Say, "God, can you hear me now?"
A violin, a baby girl, sitting on one's shoulder, carefully cradled, a string bow, not to shoot an arrow but to caress the violin so it kisses the air making sounds delightful to the ear, a violin child all grown up after a bat mitzvah having become a cello, a large violin, a blast of a womanly sound, a cello as a large body in one's arms, to strum a harp, a harp for you and a cello for me. Finding a clarinet player, a flutist, all together, a combination of musicians to show us the music of God, to strum and to then hear God sing, He is singing to us as we play music for Him.
Clear your throat, let pure air come into your lungs, heave your chest and find oxygen, expel carbon dioxide, when you breathe in call Adonai with every breath, when breathing out give Yah your gift of breath, in Adonai, out Yah, breathe again and again, in unison with the one God, in unity with two of His names, searching and straining the air purifying it, pour white flour powder into a sieve and puffing it up, granules mixing together, as white as white can be.
White flour to become cakes and cookies, brown sugar integrated with white sugar, using a large wooden spoon to circulate it, as a wand of direction in an orchestra, a symphony, baking your bakery to sounds, playing Classical music, a cello and violinist as you are, strumming the strings to the sounds you hear and the sounds you create, playing exciting music, playing it as a praise and thanks to God.
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