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Similar to the movement of colors (Come colore movimento)
The God is hidden from us, yet He is also accessible to us in any of His forms. The Universe with myriads of galaxies and tiny insects crawling in the grass – all are manifestations of the One in its many faces. Behind everything that we see and feel, there is a hidden Single Nature that permeates everything and everyone is a part of it. Each person is a part of the Great Whole and in each one the God is hidden.
Within each of us lies everything we need. All desires, intentions, and aspirations can only be realized within ourselves. To see God is also possible only with the inner vision. For inner vision, certain conditions are necessary, and the most important of these are a corresponding intention and purity. Intention makes possible the vibrations of the center, which sounds like a taut string. The taut string sounds and opens the door of our inner perception and vision. If the string of intention is not taut, then there is no sound and therefore no vision.
Opening the doors of our perception, we can see the subtle and invisible world, and ultimately we can see God Himself. The distance between us and God can be infinitely great, or it can be just one step. It all depends on us, on the tension of the string of our intention and direction. If the string is taut and sounds, then God Himself is present in this sound.
Song lyrics (literal translation from Ukrainian):
The taut string sounds and opens the door.
It seems all my life I have wanted to say that…
A fascinating dream, where masks fall off in the end,
And no one will remain... no one…
And we shall see… And we shall see…
And we shall see… And we shall see…
See You... See You... as the picture on the wall.
And I, and I – am perhaps a portrait also.
And the day comes again,
A day where there is so little of You.
And again a string is somewhere,
And a sea of words, of men, of faces,
But something is wrong... something is wrong…
Without You the world is small,
And the taste is off, the words are empty.
Worry resides in the soul,
When You are absent so…
And we shall see… And we shall see…
And we shall see… And we shall see…
See You... See You... as the picture on the wall.
And I, and I – am perhaps a portrait also.