Singing With An Orchestra Cosmic Stellar Poem by Terence George Craddock

I have spent hours in summer nights looking at stars gazing up when younger in the bush in clearings, in mountains, on the beach; yet especially in cold winter clear nights in New Zealand in remote places with no polllution, we can still see stars as ancient civilizations did. If you spend the time, stars call, sing; just as old large pine trees sometimes groan, nature speaks in silences, not in chemical industrial light but in stellar light within the solar wind flowing through the universe, energy pulses allowing giving taking life. Cave painting are always concentrated within the most sound resonant parts of caves, most paintings in the most resonant 2% of a cave, light and sound are parts of the rhythm of life and speak to all nature, even the human spirit and soul, sadly with a modern disconnect few listen; this is a subject that intrigues me and the vast knowlege lost which humanity once possessed regarding our world and environment. It is not the mental, but spiritual awareness, which calms the intellect and bestows peace and happiness. Mountains rivers, running water, the sea and beaches, salt spray, the wind produces negative ions and make people feel happier and healthier. Fresh foods contain nutrients and vitality. Humanity will not understand our place within this world and the universe until we understand our place within nature and a more spiritual scientific understanding of nature. Intelligence demands comprehension and understanding, humanity has always aspired to learn, to know, to understand. It is inevitable false theories will be replaced with ever expanding horizons into the micro and cosmic, hopefully in time more people will jump on for a fascinating ride.