It is not the hand that caresses
It is the space that feeling embraces
It is the sound of the flute and not the flute itself!
My friend Peggy invited me to visit the Pacific Northwest a few months ago and asked me to bring along my native indian flute, because she said that she was going to take me to some magical places to visit. Later, when I was back home in New York, she sent a photo of me playing my flute in the wilderness paired with one of my verses from The Living Tao. How apropos!