The chanting and the singing. I know the language even if this is the first time I hear it this way, a language of righteousness and cycles, giving and taking, aloha in the rawest form. Pure love. The chant grows in numbers, the way talk at a large gathering of people shifts from individual conversations into a babbling hum, so that what I’m touching now is more than voices, more than a chant, it’s a hum of energy, and I can feel the hum extending into everything around us:
