It came from music

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Hammonton, NJ, March 26, 1972

It came from music

By Vladimir Huber

As happiness invades,
the sad thoughts of childhood
go away, little by little.
Deeper and deeper, it goes;
closer and closer, it gets;
brighter and clearer,
the light has to become.
Evolution goes beyond frustration,
helping the mind to arise,
from its primitive state.

Trees smile, and the sun
is warm, but with love.
It’s impossible to stop,
when that point is reached.
Noise is not noise:
music everywhere;
while we become music itself.
It’s a flow of pureness,
‘cause it can’t be anything else.