La symphonie marocaine

November 1
La symphonie marocaine

“It’s hard to see so beautiful a woman when I’ve one foot on the earth and one in the graveyard.”
“Balahcen, some men never die.”
“It is true. People exist and are the living-dead.”

“Now I am astounded when I hear that some Arabs and some Israelis died.
They were men who died.”

“Man in rotten, but he has something inside which is shining.
Life is nice
The world is wonderful
Beauty is there
It’s hidden somewhere inside of us
I close my eyes, and it is here.

Man in wealthy of the beauty of the love he holds in his heart.

Men are the keynotes of the symphony.”

10:45 am (ignoring the film for a pause to write)

communal striving for a common goal not only of attaining harmony and beauty, but of reaching that point of transcendence where you’re not even there anymore.
earth falls away, your body moves by itself, trained for this purpose. self floats away, carried on the river of sound, leaving behind the worries and cares of this difficult existence.
music reminds us that there is something such as beauty, something such as grace. something more than being stuck in this café, contained and defined by the vicissitudes of being, from the trials of living.
through music we are able to let go of living, and to feel alive.
i remember sitting down on the wooden bench, settling my hands on the keys, letting them rest there. sometimes i would wait minutes before depressing a key, just breathing, clearing my mind, waiting for that feeling of embodiment when the piece becomes me and i become it.
the final breath exhaled, i let the weight of my arms settle into the instrument, and sound begins to waft out of it and around the room.
i melt away, at once fully absorbed in the memory of notes on page and gone, somewhere else entirely. that is the brilliance of music and of being a musician: senses are so heightened that one can be there and not there, and in all places at once.
this is why artistry is a gift of god to man, because it allows us to feel the soaring ecstasy of being uncontained by body and thought. and when that moment of artistry passes, we are comfortably returned to our embodied selves.
al-hamdulilah. ¹¬¬ v°o«[
the hard work and dedication of our bodies and minds are rewarded by an escape from embodiment. god’s grace allows us to forget, from time to time, that we are human. that we are “rotten” and plagued by the ability to hurt and be hurt.
and god speaks to us, and the music reminds us
“man is rotten, but he has something inside which is shining.
man is wealthy of the beauty of the love he holds in his heart
men are the keynotes of the symphony.”
la symphonie marocaine