Name: The Moon Has Lost Her Memory by Terry Mullett
Duration: 2 min 32 s
Description: Trying to like T. S. Eliot in the wrong century.

Aquatic Locomotion

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by: Carlos Vivanco

Samādhi (Pali and Sanskrit: समाधि), in Hinduism, Buddhism, Jainism, Sikhism and yogic schools, is a state of meditative consciousness. In Buddhism, it is the last of the eight elements of the Noble Eightfold Path.[web 1] In the Ashtanga Yoga tradition, it is the eighth and final limb identified in the Yoga Sutras of Patanjali.
In the oldest Buddhist sutras, on which several contemporary western Theravada teachers rely, it refers to the development of an investigative and luminous mind which is equanimous and mindful. In the yogic traditions, and the Buddhist commentarial tradition on which the Burmese Vipassana movement and the Thai Forest tradition rely, it is interpreted as a meditative absorption or trance, attained by the practice of dhyāna
Samadhi es el estado de conciencia que se alcanza cuando, durante la meditación, la persona siente que se está fundiendo con el universo. En varias tradiciones religiosas y místicas del Este de Asia ―como el hinduismo, el budismo, el jainismo, el sijismo y en el yoga― el samādhi se considera un estado de conciencia de meditación, contemplación o recogimiento en el que se siente alcanzar la unidad con lo divino.
El término sánscrito samādhi (en alfabeto devanagari: समाधि) proviene de sam o samiak: ‘completo’ y ādhi: ‘absorción [mental]’.
El objetivo último de la práctica meditativa del yoga, es el logro del samadhi.
El samadhi es un objetivo buscado tanto dentro del hinduismo como en el budismo.

Future Memories

Samadhi

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Hello, I hope this track will take you on a Dream-Ride! :)

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Future Dreams

Lyrics:
Of all the things I've been hearing,
Hazy dreams somehow clearing.
I'll just keep doing what I'm doing,
Regardless of your past indiscretions.
Amazing things, not all are seen.
Some are meant to be confusing.
My Darling Little Monster.
Got your claws deep inside the cookie jar.
I can hear you raising the bar.
I can see you, you're not far away.
Might even be, closer than I think.
Might even hide, somewhere inside.
Above it all the piper keeps on playing.
The perfect notes, a songful soothsaying.
Lining up the mice and men are trailing,
Plans of pleasing, meaningful attaining.
Cunning visions blindly led sleepwalking.
Revealing goals, bemused they keep talking.
Much like you My darling little Starling.
Oh the songs you sing. 
Leaving your disease the fruit has fallen down.

My Darling Little Starling

Thank you to all who stopped and listened to this track. Thank you for your time.
We are attached to the things we bathe in, and we are constantly haunted by them. What about the blessings from heaven? 
Is it what you want? Human joy is not only about things. Sometimes love and the warmth of an offered hand are also wonderful gifts. 
It all depends on how you think and how you hold your heart.

A Blessing Given

Who doesn't know the feeling of being completely burnt out when nothing works anymore? Then I recommend therapy from Dr. Saskia Goethals. 
Thank you for this song Saskia.


Dub Addict feat.Saskia Goethals (remix)

Eclipce

Home
Melodic
Ballet new
Bring back the nymphs
At the center of our wandering dreams
While purring prayers
Our furs dotted with stars
A few daisies between the lips
Gems in our shoes
Lying on the layer of the horizon
Your scratch in the heart
Again
Hatch the dawn
And kiss the abyss

Kiss The Abyss

Words and Music by Edvard Grieg
Vocals and Instrumentals by Layna Claunch

Der Winter mag scheiden, der Frühling vergehn,
der Sommer mag verwelken, das Jahr verwehn,
Du kehrst mir zurück, gewiß, du wirst mein,
ich hab es versprochen, ich harre treulich dein.

Gott helfe dir, wenn du die Sonne noch siehst.
Gott segne dich, wenn du zu Füßen ihm kniest.
Ich will deiner harren, bis du mir nah,
und harrest du dort oben, so treffen wir uns da!

The winter may wane and the springtime may fly and the springtime may fly
The summer may depart and the year may die and the year may die
To me thou wilt return, thou art mine soon or late art mine soon or late
I gave thee my promise and faithfully can wait, and faithfully can wait

God watch over thee at the dawn of each day at the dawn of each day
God bless thee every time that thou kneelest to pray that thou kneelest to pray
I will tarry here for thy coming my love thy coming my love
Or if thou wait'st in heaven I'll meet thee there above
I'll meet thee there above

Solveig's Sang

Trying to like T. S. Eliot in the wrong century.

The Moon Has Lost Her Memory

Terry Mullett

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