For those of us whose first language is English, there's probably going to be a part that feels cheesy with that, and more exotic and mysterious with a different language. The other side of the reality is that our own dialect hits home. It hits the heartstrings in a different way. It resonates and registers with a different part of our brain.

Music, as a spiritual practice, involves crafting the mind and body through the skill of an instrument. This, in turn, leads to the realisation that one's own body and mind are instruments—either to play or be played.

Close your eyes and look—not to find a center, but to fall into the vastness that has no edge, no beginning, no end. Beneath all stories and identities is a presence untouched by time. When we rest there, the search is over. What we long for has been here all along.