Upaya

Upaya

album

Edward Bei

July 5, 2022
9 tracks

Preview: Through the Veils of Saturn

0:004:22

Don’t worry about saving these songs! And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn’t matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music. The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere, and even if the whole world’s harp should burn up, there will still be hidden instruments playing. So the candle flickers and goes out. We have a piece of flint, and a spark. This singing art is sea foam. The graceful movements come from a pearl somewhere on the ocean floor. Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirit fly in and out. - Poem by Rumi -

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Through the Veils of Saturn

Through the Veils of Saturn

Edward Bei

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The Chariot

The Chariot

Edward Bei

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Tears of Freedom

Tears of Freedom

Edward Bei

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Strings of Techno

Strings of Techno

Edward Bei

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Zero Point Field (Interlude)

Zero Point Field (Interlude)

Edward Bei

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Leo

Leo

Edward Bei

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Where Everything is Music

Where Everything is Music

Edward Bei

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Odin's Forest

Odin's Forest

Edward Bei

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Mercury's Ascension

Mercury's Ascension

Edward Bei

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Don’t worry about saving these songs! And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn’t matter. We have fallen into the place where everything is music. The strumming and the flute notes rise into the atmosphere, and even if the whole world’s harp should burn up, there will still be hidden instruments playing. So the candle flickers and goes out. We have a piece of flint, and a spark. This singing art is sea foam. The graceful movements come from a pearl somewhere on the ocean floor. Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirit fly in and out. - Poem by Rumi -