Sacred music for the soul

Bartlomiej Pekiel - Missa brevis: Agnus Dei · 

Here is my performance of a 16th century lute arrangement of a chanson of his:

Ode to Pythagoras

Antoine Busnois: In hydraulis 

Once, as Pythagoras marvelled at 

The melodies of water organs and the tonalities 

Of hammers, having contemplated the surfaces 

According to their unequal weights, 

He discovered the inherent properties of music. 

These produce epitrite and hemiola, 

Epogdous and duple, for they lead 

To the harmony of the fourth and fifth,

 And also to the tone and the octave, 

While bringing together the species of the monochord. 

You, Ockeghem, who sing before all In the service of the King of the French, 

Strengthen the practice of your posterity 

By examining their implements on occasion in the halls 

Of the Duke of Burgundy, in your fatherland. 

 By me, Busnoys, unworthy musician 

Of the illustrious Count of Charolais, 

May you be greeted for your merits, 

As the supreme master of melody. 

Shri Ranadhir Roy, Raga Bhimpalasi (Esraj)

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“I have loved in life and I have been loved. I have drunk the bowl of poison from the hands of love as nectar, and have been raised above life’s joy and sorrow. My heart, aflame in love, set afire every heart that came in touch with it. My heart has been rent and joined again; My heart has been broken and again made whole; My heart has been wounded and healed again; A thousand deaths my heart has died, and thanks be to love, it lives yet. I went through hell and saw there love’s raging fire, and I entered heaven illumined with the light of love. I wept in love and made all weep with me; I mourned in love and pierced the hearts of men; And when my fiery glance fell on the rocks, the rocks burst forth as volcanoes. The whole world sank in the flood caused by my one tear; With my deep sigh the earth trembled, and when I cried aloud the name of my beloved, I shook the throne of God in heaven. I bowed my head low in humility, and on my knees I begged of love, ‘Disclose to me, I pray thee, O love, thy secret.’ She took me gently by my arms and lifted me above the earth, and spoke softly in my ear, ‘My dear one, thou thyself art love, art lover, and thyself art the beloved whom thou hast adored.’”

Hradišťan - Velkomoravský chorál

Music: Jiří Pavlica

Cěsarьstvě našemъ Gospodi milostьjo tvojejo prizьri i ne otъdazь našego tuzimъ I ne obrati nasь bъ plěn narodomъ poganskymъ Christaradi Gospodi našego  I že cěsari s otcemъ I sъ sventimъ dugomъь 

Oh, someone on Youtube did an instrumental reconstruction of the main theme from “The Pomor Tale”…

-Sacred Dances

My favorite scene from Peter Brook’s cinematographic adaptation of G.I.Gurdjieff’s second book,Meetings with remarkable men.Those dances are meant to be read like books,for those who know the specific language of the movements,as it was teached in certain old monasteries mostly in Central Asia.