When music and words collide
And so, it begins - blogging.
This freeform written jazz of self-expression formed from a delicious melange of influences: Alan Watts, Byron Katie, Miguel Ruiz, and not to forget the secret ingredient - music.
Some cease to create, when they real-ize they can never embody originality; but then a thought came - how can originality be duplicated when we keep creating from the created... like branches sprouting.
Exactly.
And, why even seek originality? Is the strive for being the one holding a paint brush too strong? But, didn't the brush already exist, just like the images in your head?
Duplicated.
And so, it begins - the waterfall of words, powered by the life around me... and in.
I was sitting there, tottering in self-created isolation, pondering on how every person in our lives is simply the reflection of yourself… swimming in the river that tells the story of how our personal beingness was indeed a Tree of Life, (currently for me) living self-centered, in its own limited form, until it realized its duality underneath… inside… the roots growing deeper into the heart to reach the origin of the rest and intertwine… together unify in one structure… tottering like a gentle swirl of a tornado… because this solidity was also the ethereal in the next plane, dancing like a Chickasaw warrior around the Sun. Ethe-real like air… oxygen traveling from a tree to the other, recognizing that it was capable indeed of breaking through its solitary existence. So, the life outside was tricky, illusory, while everything inside was fixed and firm… but upfront… it was as it was… no games to their visage… but were they aware that there was also the outside world?
Was…
You could connect anywhere… because as the song said the wisdom was indeed like a piss in the wind, and keep on getting wet… to procreate… create and spiral out with a gentle wave… multiply… increase… and then take a step back and gaze up at the Brobdingnagian canvas of life… imaginary, yet brilliant.
But to delay the zooming out, there would be the vibration of seven.
Lust for the ephemeral physical unison and your supposed soul mate.
Gluttony for overindulgence in outside or inside, because the one would get you lost in the maya, while the other would speed it all up, present it all like a movie in fast forward. What would be the point?
Savor every frame… I worked hard to paint each masterpiece…
The descent… I start speaking.
Greed for the consensus that you needed to make it… work, work, hoard… a distracting performance, pulling you away from yourself.
Sloth for the absence of power… a faint screech of a string when a real tone was needed for the formation of a symphony.
You said you wanted to create. Shall I take over?
Wrath… to keep you busy focused on the other… separated… split….
Envy… to make you think the way out was outside… deflection… a ruse…
…to entertain, for I am the jester… the storyteller… the creator… you watch… until you learn from me… patiently… there’s no rush… feel the gentle flow… sit back and enjoy the show.
Pride… to eventually prep you for letting go… why keep it a secret… it’s fleeting… it does not last… we alternate… we circulate… we recycle… the ball of truth…
The tree of knowledge… creates movement… back, forward, up, down… mirror me and dance.
“You are so isolated”, suddenly, my mom chimes in my story and creation… ripping through the canvas to remind me of the actuality of another dimension…
I inhaled in you, and exhaled… no longer inside… I was back outside.
“What’s so funny?” she says, wondering if I’d show and tell.
I am the fool, and so I laugh.
“Oh, I’d love to eat some nuts”, she vocalizes her random thought, sewing me back into the world of five senses.
I laugh no more… until I do… again… and not… and still… and not… again.
I am sitting here, tottering in self-created isolation, pondering on how every person in our lives is simply the reflection of yourself… myself… it’s the same… the m(p)issing piece of the one whole.
Here we go again. Another round…
I grow… illuminate… I feed… on your darkness.
I spread… attain… collect… explore the rest…