MARTIN TILLMAN To Ma Jivan Shreela Somewhere in the wide lost deserts of Middle East travels a marvelous caravan. Camel teamsters wear the arabesque parti-colored clothes, and the camels are full of unexpected grace, and the scrubby jumpers carry huge packages. Faces of the caravaners are extraordinarily gentle and noble, their lineaments have something of aristocracy, as if those people are the descendants of an ancient cosmic civilization, untouched by the time, who decided to take a trip and to see, what's going on at that planet Earth, forgotten by God. You cannot reach the place from which the strange caravan started its journey, it is almost impossible even to see it. But if you will come to the desert in spring, deep night, when a sudden rain showers the salty soil, you may see the miraculous strangers and if your mind is clear, they will allow you to join them. And then you will come with the caravan to a small oasis in the very heart of the desert, which cannot be found at any map. There lays a little town, it is not even a village, just one big hotel, where ambassadors from various civilizations from faraway planets use to stay for a short rest. Its buildings are extremely beautiful there are no streamlined space shapes, by which earthen artists and designers try to represent the alien constructions. Nothing technological or industrial can be seen in those buildings. Their shapes are very simple and so aesthetic, that you cannot get your eyes away from them. What's that, is it a mosque, or an Orthodox Christian temple, or maybe a palace of ancient Hindus? The elements of various cultures can be found in those remarkable buildings. There are no sophisticated constructions, everything is comfortable and reasonable, there is homely, it is easy to breathe there. As if you just left such a perfect home, where you have lived your whole life, for a short walk. And at least you're back here, and the portentous travels are tarrying for you. You can go to the far beautiful lands at the other side of the infinite space. And your Beloved will be with you, and you will travel together to the worlds waiting for you, and you will be there together in Love, and there will be nothing except love, because it is God... The music of Martin Tillman. East blended with West. The technological rhythmic electronics and the meditative delicate flute. Pulse of the time and love beyond the time. Divine harmony and naked nerve. Travel to unknown, path to the Divine...
Serge Kozlovsky |
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