Lost (Audio)

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Photo Art – Matt Chambliss

Something was missing, awry, incomplete, Lost
Something undefined haunted, just outside of comprehension
An Un-Thought Known, a Soul’s itch that can not be scratched
Searching for an answer to a question not asked
Seeking a treasure rumored to exist somehow, somewhere

Beautiful echoes, fine like a razor, opening closed spaces
Fragrance on the breeze enchants, calls, inspires

The taste of blue, gold, and brown, known but not realized

(I can hear the sunlight, the birth of stars, all known but not realized. Alt.)
Soul extended, seeking to touch the moon, always out of reach, lunacy
Reflections glimpsed on the periphery of matter yet never beheld

Source of longing hidden, unfathomable like echoes, fragrances, the flavor of blue
Senses, flesh, building empty treasure houses
Pilgrimage to no-where, there and back, there and back
Hope, disappointment, grief, hope, disappointment, grief
Tired, sinking low under the weight, all the houses have crumbled

Senses, Spirit, Soul, unfettered for a season
Ego humbled by folly
Yet even as the dust settled around and over the debris
There was laughter, a sweet simple melody, rich as the Earth
Quickened now, thirst creates a new and unseen path

As “I” crumbled my Self was found
The treasure is always in the heart of the Temple
The fool has died, but the Jester remains
I was lost but now am found
Was blind but now I see

Starry Starry Night

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Today’s Prompt: Write about the three most important songs in your life — what do they mean to you?

Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) – Don McLean. There are other songs that will always haunt me because they are attached to particular persons or events.  A love song that She said was special to her, my son singing I can’t help falling in love with You” to his new bride.  Those are a part but they did not make me, me.  I recall a little boy hearing Don McLean’s American Pie album for the first time and being somehow moved by words and themes and music that were much too sophisticated for him. In 1971 he was 8 years old. But in spite of his naiveté and innocence he was strangely attracted to and moved by it. It was and still to this day is hauntingly familiar. Like part of my older story somehow, a part of me. Something I knew before and was reminded of and recognized as true. Perhaps it was the ferment of the times that my young heart sensed and acknowledged. But there has been a sad, persistent, longing, that required some answer for as long as I have known.  In fact the whole album (because it was a vinyl album then) contains several of the most meaningful songs in my life. So pick three. All of them are a part of my soul now.
But the Van Gogh reference has followed me my whole life. I have never formally studied his work but somehow that song and his life has played on the horizons of my consciousness for decades. I have for as long as I remember asked odd questions. I wanted to know things that many in my orbit had not considered. A few years ago, during a dark time in my life, I would say that I understood why he cut off his ear. Pain creates art. But not just any pain. It is the pain of needing to understand. An existential stubbornness that demands creativity and beauty from chaos. This year on my 52nd birthday I found out that Vincent and I share the same one. It was eerie but somehow again not surprising. I do understand why he cut his ear off. And I share his need for beauty amid the chaos, poetry from the ashes.  Even now tears puddle around my eyelids listening to these songs. Be most Groovy!

Empty Chair – Why does this song effect a boy and decades later the man?

American Pie – Full album if you would like to hear a real poet.

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Howling at the Moon

Day Two: A Room with a View

Today’s Prompt: If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?

 

There is only one place that can hold my attention
In fact it has called to me from before the foundations
Beckoning senses, whispering to my flesh to seek, to move, to explore
Quiet longings, muted dissatisfaction, boredom, or
Ravenous hunger, desire calling me to go out not knowing
To once again leave that which is Not in search of what Is
I have sorted through much of what is Not
I have traveled to exotic lands and lived among it’s people
I grew, I learned, but what I sought was not there
I searched the ancient writings and consulted the white-haired teachers
I grew, I learned, but what I sought was not there
I played the World’s game, trading myself for the trappings, the spoils of it
I grew, I learned, but what I sought was not there

I became a “Good” man, but the emptiness remained, there in my so-called good
I became a “Bad” man but even there was no sustenance, it too was an illusion
All the things I have seen, all the things I have done
No matter the promise, no matter the sacrifice
Each at the End answered with a resounding No
This is not It
This is not the Thing
This is not the Place you seek
And the space remained empty, longing, aching for consummation

There is a space which cannot be measured or mapped
Its breadth and length are beyond reckoning
The senses lose their bearing on the horizon of Here and There
They are undone, remade, once the Masters, now the Slave
Eyes may notice a form that quickens the blood without reason
The ears may hear a sound, a voice that stirs, that lifts ever hopeful Soul
The tongue may savor a kiss, exquisite and unique, a taste reminiscent of Home Coming
A fragrance may enchant, loosening the bonds, connections which bind soul to body
Waves of energy course through flesh as it crosses the threshold of There
Tender, sweet, intimate expanse, it now Exists, boundaries have no meaning
I is left behind as something new bursts into Being
Lifted up, energy, light, fierce passion, quiet rest, as two become One
At once a place of losing and finding, forgetting and remembering All
This is my Home
She is my Beloved

Blogging 101 – Like I didn’t have enough to do :)

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OK. I signed up to do this
Crap. I’ve got so much to do

I don’t even know how to do the link thingy
Clock set, ticking
Twenty minutes
Tick – tock – tick – tock

Breathe
Cabernet in coffee cup, maybe that will help
Easter was good, still full from lunch
Girls watching “Love at First Sight”
Boys downstairs playing “Mortal Combat”

Breathe
Another sip of wine
Sink, relax, see what arises
Soul wants expression

There He is, He likes when I come back out of the busy-ness if only for a while
I am whole again back inside myself
He said I need some structure and this may help
But I don’t like rules and deadlines, I have plenty of them already and some of them are life and death

He laughs, reminding me of that ego thing
The world will somehow function without me for a little while
Tick – tock – tick – tock
Conscious deliberate time with my Soul would be a change
Perhaps it will be better than requiring my Soul to rage and cry to get my mind’s attention

Maybe the writing will not be epic or moving or . . .
Hush, He says laughing at my foolishness
Rest, relax, just Be

Tick – tock – tick . . .

Done

One of my favorite hymns

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May you experience the Creator’s grace and the resurrection of the Truth in you.  May you and I continue to awaken and live into that truth.  May we remember the “least of these” in us and in the world.  Blessings!

In that context i resubmit this.  May we all seek the Incarnation.

Awake

(Done like an old protest song i.e. Marvin Gaye or early Isley Bro. – Reggae?)

The great Uncle is not your friend.
He would be your master.
And talking heads just keep on talking.
Don’t confuse them with your pastor.

Distraction provides just temporary satisfaction.
But your heart knows the Truth. Your heart knows the Truth.
Awake from the incantation, seek the Incarnation.
The Light shines in the darkness.
Let It shine on you.

Your creed is not the journey.
Though It might lead to journeys end.
Seek the answer to the riddle.
From walking Death to waking Life transcend.

Distraction provides just temporary satisfaction.
But your heart knows the Truth. Your heart knows the Truth.
Awake from the incantation, seek the Incarnation.
The Light shines in the darkness.
Let It shine on you.

Hold lightly to your strength.
And all you think you know.
For the Light shines in the darkness.
And it is in weakness that Grace will grow.

BRIDGE
Caesar has no love for you, you’re a number on a page.
Doctrine is a guide, but its just trappings on the stage.
Life is calling you to wake up (now). Shake off the webs they weave.
Step into Reality, become more than you (can) conceive.

Distraction provides just temporary satisfaction.
But your heart knows the Truth. Your heart knows the Truth.
Awake from the incantation, seek the Incarnation.
The Light shines in the darkness.
Let It shine on you.