You are carrying holy song, as yet unsung. Not so much the song of words or music. An song from before these ideas. Our extant cultures inform all familiar modes and expressions of song. But there are singers who have recovered in themselves something cultures cannot teach. A form of song like the sound of living blood, alive in movement. A way of song that is a way of seeing.

As unrehearsed expression of the embodied spirit. It awakens inside you with the one who brings it forth. Never before known, yet instantly familiar. A way of seeing that is kind of singing. A holy song-way.

How strange it would be to hear such a thing on a ‘recording’ where it does not belong. Like finding a live fish in a desert.