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All the Blue Silence


Blackcurrant River
To Fill the Spaces Where My Body´s Been

At The Still Point of The Turning World

At the Edge of the Body's Night

To Bloom with Abandon

Prelude

Because the Soul is like All Matter

Crescendo



If Only Dusk Had Not Fallen Into Night
Before Beautiful Ballads Become Echoes
It´s Rapture that Counts


Om
From One Pilgramage to Another-

Landscape through Train Windows

In Silences of its Own

The Origin of the First Note

Into All Our Imaginings

The Origin of the First Note

To Mark the Path to the Temple

Complete in an Unexplained Completion

Because Light is Never Still

for Ludwig

Before the Blue Rivers Run Dry

Lines for Winter

It´s Rapture that Counts

Unmarked Paths to the Temple

Inside the Temple

Another Fugue

Ashes to Ashes

Stillness

In The Empty Field

The Night Migrations

View from Opaque Windows

Entrance to the Temple Garden
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