From the blog http://www.blissanddrumming.com, Clementine reads this piece.

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I, too, realized, as I sat on my little cushion with the dog snoring nearby, that I had nothing better to do than listen. I moved into the song, getting closer and closer, until I was inside of it, watching and listening in a way that was almost like being in the center of a symphony, with all its voices and colors and crescendos. This was a symphony not unlike one I attended once with dazzling modern sounds: whistles and metallic patterns and sirens. The sound settled into my awareness until it was not sound, and instead spread out like a ribbon, a wave, that carried me further and further into a feeling of openness. Judgment or preference would rise and fall, and each time this happened and released, I fell further into expanded being.