心神 ~

pink camellias' sacred fragrance fills my heart; divine passion blooms

Home (collaborative album) by Shaman's Dream and Geometrae

Love, love, love the duduk. - Hicaz Here in the Darkness by Canberk Ulas

I would like to know this as well.

Glass Beams, Live in Amsterdam

A great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars on her head. (Rev 12:1) Because the moon is positioned under the body and the sun, opposite the stars, is it possible it is symbolic of a dark (new) moon?

Is that because they both mark the beginning of a cycle?

I think so, yes. Tishri 1, Yom Teruah, Rosh Hashanah. From the article:

Sukkot is one of my favorite festivals. I'd read once that Jesus was more likely born on Sukkot than on the Winter Solstice, but when looking it up just now for context, I came across this author's proposal that there is a stronger case to be made that Jesus was born on the Feast of Trumpets. I'd be interested to know what you think.

Selected Poems of Sun Bu'er

It's not quite what you're saying here, but this reminds me of the story of The Old Weaving Woman. An old woman sits in a cave weaving a garment. One that she hopes will be the most beautiful garment in the world. She's been weaving this garment her entire life, and she's reached the final point of adding its fringe. One day, a black dog rushes into the cave, grabs the cloth by a corner, and rushes out, unraveling the entire garment. The old woman's life work ruined. After staring at the mess of thread for a while, she picks it back up and begins weaving again. Her hands remember the work well, and the garment comes together more quickly, even more beautiful than the first time. Like a process of releasing in order to refine. Frustrating, but ultimately satisfying and worthwhile.

Playing God (Polyphia cover on Guzheng) by Moyun Playing God by Polyphia

Spacefolk Banjo Compilation by Timber Zeal