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Dirty Laundry – Live

Asked for a theme and some words from the audience.  Got Dirty Laundry as the theme and the words stains – spots – spit – worn. Took a few minutes and jotted down what follows.  Davis had a new program he was playing with to get a piano sound out of his guitar.  Will work on the audio.


R- Dirty Laundry. It keeps on piling up.  Every day I bring it home, My dirty Laundry.

  1. I talked to the preacher about my stains and how my praying just seems in vain.  Can’t seem to get away from my dirty laundry
  2. I went to My Place to find relief.  There were folks from the corner and in from the street.  There are those who have and those who have not.  And we all keep hidden our sweet secret spots.
  3. Some days are dirty and some days will shine.  This day, that day they all are all mine.  Some days are dry and I can’t work up spit, and sometimes I laugh in spite of this shit.
  4. But though I get tattered and torn and the veil of this house is weakened and worn.  I grit my teeth and set my face, I kick up my heals and pick up the pace.  But tonight I’m not going to worry bout no dirty laundry.

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Leonard Cohen – Thank you Sir!

Perfection is not in the form but rather in the thing itself.  The Hallelujah erupts from within the intercourse between the sacred and the profane.  The light breaks through the cracks in the darkness. – Plato (the younger)



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Hallelujah (Audio)


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Moving between the extremes

Softness, tenderness calls like a siren toward the rocks

Fierce anger rises with power cutting through the vulnerability

Neither place is true

Both snapshots of experience taken out of time

The truth lies in the tension of love and hate, sweetness and rage

He said “There are cracks in everything but that’s how the light get in”

I begin to see

Though perhaps only dimly, through the haze

The hallelujah erupts from a well too deep for words

The holy scar is opened between the sacred and the profane

Glorious it rises transporting the soul back to the Maker

That sweet, powerful, fierce place where once I dwelt

And will return to somehow

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Hallelujah . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Soft                                                         Callous

. . . . . . Sweetness . . . . . . . . . . Passion . . . . . . . .


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What’s the Difference (Audio)

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Good morning my Soul, my Beloved

I have a question for you
It was put to me, now I lay it at Your beautiful feet
In quiet expectation and trust I await Your response

From my lips to Your heart I cast it
“What is the difference?”
Does it matter
What does it mean
And like a pebble it breaks the surface of the Deep
Fluttering, slowly sinking, falling into the silent Unknown

Quiet, unmoving I remain
The surface of the water now still, a mirror
I gaze un-blinking into Her eyes
Green, brown, and golden windows
Falling like the pebble I sink into the Unknowing
Silence . . . Senses forsaken

“Nothing . . . and Everything,” She says
You have given all and you have also received back
Yet I needed not
You have scaled the heights of the exquisite and ridden on its golden light
And you have been flayed and spilled out by grief too terrible for words
But I am here
You have sought Me in exotic far off places and the adventure it brought
Even in the familiar paths within your reach your steps sought Me out
I never moved
You have dreamed, and built, and created magical things
And you have seen it all laid low in the dust
Yet I remain
You have chased the ancient knowledge, gathering together secrets of the Ages
But in the end only learned of your ignorance
I have watched it all

You ask what is the difference
I tell you there is none
The meaning you seek is fleeting like the Spring flowers
What matters is still beyond your comprehension
You ask what is the difference
I tell you all is changed
You have come to Me
You now sit by My still waters
You know the I Am
We are and shall ever be – One

So go my Love, seek, climb, create, and learn
Explore the world of the senses, the playground of the body and the mind
Thrill yourself with new adventure, people, and places
Walk the barren paths of solitude and grief
Exult in your victories and feel the pain of your failure

Fear not, cast it away from you
You are mine and I am Yours
My Love for you is all that has ever really mattered

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September 23rd – Audio


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The light is changing

The earth has tilted and cracked the veil once more

Eternity’s magic rushes in as the Mundane surrenders It’s hold

Spilling into and over from that Place where things are as they Ought to be

That place of consummation, the exquisite

Where hunger is satiated and longing finds rest

The light shimmers and sparkles and shines

Dancing off multicolored hues, moved about by the cooling breezes

Shades of green, yellows, reds, and brown

Are alive in the new light

My Soul is quickened

Sweet with a sadness who’s ache stirs a longing now frantic for life

Distractions vanish the fog lifts, clarity calls, nudges, and beckons me

Awake from the dreary dream and its shadowy forms

Smothered Soul surges from the depths desperate to break the surface

Filling the void, the vacuum, with substance

Past and future’s illusions fall away, Now is all

Eternity’s rapture rushes through spirit and flesh

Conquest complete, I am captured and held in the sway of my Beloved

Ego broken, Self surrendered to that which is Real and beyond the senses

Passion rises, staking an unequivocal claim to what is mine by birth

Yes, Yes, Yes, I am, It is, We are joined in the Creator’s dance and feel it’s power

Moved, broken, and remade in the image of what Ought to be but is now not, Yet

Joy and Sorrow live together there in that place between the Now and that which is coming

But that is living.  Being alive brings pain and pleasure sometimes at once

Holding them in tension is living and is the power of creation

First the sun, now the bright light muted in the cool quiet rain

Tender gentle drops fall and break on me

I hear them fall, kissing the leaves on their way

Communion with Her, the rest, the easy conversation heals and renews hope

The changing light transforms the sky’s tears into jewels to adorn my skin

My heart breaks with joy to know the living of it

I see, I feel, I breathe in the magic of what has always been hidden within view

And am grateful for the times when my slumbering soul blinks awake

My Soul’s secret and silent hallelujah erupts and thunders It’s release

I rise on the currents of spirit and flesh knowing the God of life

Then collapse, spent, humbled, sweetness feeds my spirit, gratefulness Her response

Even now Eternity recedes, flowing back into the depths, leaving me uncovered, unfinished

Longing’s lure and it’s exquisite ache points the way

Both sunshine and rain will fall

Bitter and sweet will fill the cup.

Don’t avoid one for the other.

Be nourished by both.

Rapture requires grief to balance what is not yet with how it Ought to be.

This is true living

For, “There are cracks in everything, and that’s how the light gets in.”

Thank you Mr. Cohen

Be Groovy 🙂

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