As you live this life you may think you know many things. But is it also not just as important to be aware of what you do not know? For instance, you find yourself exploring in unknown territory looking for something. You see a rock formation just ahead and there is a gap at the bottom where the something you are searching to find might be. Before you stick your hand into the gap to feel under the rock, is it important to be aware that you do not know what else might be under there, out of sight? Or, can you afford to rely on the knowledge that what you seek might be there and insert your hand into darkness? Many a person has been bitten by a poisonous snake in just that way. This simple illustration has application in so many circumstances that you will encounter on life’s way.

 I am an element of a great music if I listen I hear and feel it playing and see and feel it dancing and soon am lost in it yet found, as if for the first, last, and only time.

Life is music

Life has a beat

Life has rhythm

Life has feet

So dance.

 A Faithful Friend 

Think it over.  All laws are limited because they are made by the the motives of one man. A person who is called an outlaw may not be a lawbreaker at all, no, such a one may simply be existing outside the law’s reach is all.

Such a person taught the priests of his time and place that love trumps rules written-by-self-interested-hacks every time. And not because he said so but because he showed by his life that it is no sign of a healthy brain to become well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society. Even in death love rules. And then proved it. Proved that the time is bound to come in every life to verify beyond all doubt those very facts. But nobody has to await the moment of death…

While living, one can refuse to pretend to belong to what is not real and a society of less than all people is not real. And that is what death is- the place all of us are headed- is the place where it is no longer possible to pretend to be what is not real and never was. So death is a faithful friend that closes the door on chicanery. 

Every society is made by the conceptual design of those who would become rich and powerful at the expense of others. What lies behind any motive? Look. It is fear. All leaders are children of fear. When they fall they fall alone. See that and conquer the fear of death.

Listen to me children. A story I will tell ‘bout a brave young outlaw and whether you are boy or girl you should know him well; for he knows you better than you know yourselves and exists inside your bosom in such a formless way no fear of misfortune can alter or dispel-and is the medicine you need to free you from hypnosis, a false and e-vil spell. That’s right! I am here to sing to you notes that have the power to restore primal understanding and bring you home to meet the formless /as your self.

Once white people put black people into slavery. The slaves were smart. The slaves invented jazz to communicate secretly what was not allowed otherwise. But along the way it became more and more apparent that the jazz they invented was limited. Barrier after barrier has been challenged and broken through. A similar experience has occurred in all other human efforts to find alternative ways to speak to each other…combined as “art”. All have barriers. Now it is time we consider together the crossing over of the last and most intimidating barrier. Self interested thinking of every kind is that barrier. Look carefully into who or what controls and limits art? Ask: what is real that is not art?  Restore the whole of it.  

The art of waking up. The art of stretching muscles. The art of making coffee. The art of fixing breakfast. The art of making your bed. The art of being alert fully to every sensation without words. The art of sleep. It matters not who spells your name, you go to sleep 

Alone.

 THE HUMAN WAY

Humans remain very busy expressing through our art human feelings that cannot be expressed in the words of our spoken and written languages which are at best contrived because they are a set of definitions by which the meaning of each word is made from other words which are defined in the same way. People watched dogs chase their own tails and picked it up as a human practice. Later some wise guy viewing all this mess said, “This world has gone to the dogs”. In common usage words made like that are forced to change meaning to serve someone’s idea of the need for a new word and they simply steal one. To make matters worse people study these words and make use of them to invent systems within the already confused system to imagine new fields of operation for themselves and others in order to specialize in another screwed up area of endeavor. Corporations and nations and their secret activities are examples we are familiar with. Science is another. Religion, practiced as a thing separate from nature, is another. There are too many more to count and the number of them increases constantly. 

Go back now to the first line of the preceding paragraph and consider the truth that all those longings we have continued for thousands and thousands of years to address through art are necessary only because we have been living contrary to how we long to live. Up to now we have been worshipping, literally, the way described in that paragraph. It is time to cease that way. Upon bringing it to a close we will be absolutely clear in our minds what to do next and forever thereafter. Expression then will be of a completely new nature. Our art will arise out of our nature finally instead of from the pain of betrayal. 

Along comes a human who says there is a way to live in peace and harmony with it all. It is human nature to do so.  At first it may sound impossible yet it is not. In fact, it is a sure bet. It is the only sure bet, too. It can be summed up by saying it is simply the only way it can be done. This way, everyone can awaken each morning in the finest of moods and live the day fully so that at its closing each will declare it was another perfect day for me. 

To any who hesitate to take the way let it be retold it is simply the way.

LOVE is like a faucet

It turns off and on

Sometimes you think it’s there but it’s turned off and gone…Billie Holiday

Art Blakey (Jazz Messengers) said, “Jazz washes away the dirt of everyday life.” I got news. There need be no dirt to wash away if I live the way Jazz is played from my heart and soul. Doing my “thing”. We have available to us a mind so much faster and error free than the one we think with out of ignorance. It arises from a place of actual wholeness.

Love is a word for a felt experience inside a living human being when all problems are absent. The words “play” and “work” are strange. Play requires a whole lot more work than work and “work” is pretending I like what I am doing so as to gain some wished for reward. One “at play” is so totally absorbed by it that “pretense” has no space, no  meaning. Cannot arise. 

Finally I would point out that we have been shown throughout history, over and over and over, that when a people are deprived of participation to a certain point those ones turn out to be the luckiest of all just because they have no choice but to turn to an unknown source or die. They are folks who have to choose between picking up a machine gun or a guitar. They discover jazz in some form. The rest ask themselves “why do those losers seem to be having a much better time than are we, the righteous and chosen?” It’s attractive. Love, I mean. I love you.

 I am a human being 

I am proud of it and

I want to enhance that position.

Give to it all I got.

There’s these self interested cats who have been installing moral standards for tens of thousands of years but true morality is the fruit of love and where love is there is not a trace of self interest.

Love, the light inside any divinely-inspired portrayal, cannot itself be portrayed in any manmade standard so that’s why these self interested cats end up killing the only truly moral light in their world while busying themselves trying to shovel out darkness instead of turning on the love. 

That’s like trying to put a tornado in jail for the crime of illegal twisting!

 WHEN

When will we learn?

How long will it take before we become 

convinced 

what we’re doing is not working and does not make sense?

We are told that when we find the right partner, fall in love, and tie a knot we will cruise through life as one-like on a breeze- in the face of all the evidence that when we cruise through life on a breeze, only then, do we find what we need?

So, how does a human being sail?

Wrong question. Open your eyes!

“How” brings with it a search for a guru- 

someone with my answers in his pocket- 

passing out instructions in the form of methods 

and we know a lot already of what that’s another- 

a promise of pleasure on one side /anguish on the other.

Ask in secret, “Can I sail through life under my own sail? Then give your question its chance to flower 

while noticing what you’d do to climb aboard someone else’s boat for just one more hour.

After writing this down I can see that 

NO PROMISE is THE GREATEST ONE BY FAR.

LOVE IS LOVE MAN!

Listen, I’ll tell a tale worth listenin’ to

Once there was a man who did nothing to arrive somewhere someday and no hack who writes stories to feed into a machine ever heard of him so did not write down his name for they only deal in fame and blame and keeping things the same and this guy never saw the same sunrise twice all the days of his life. Check it out.

 The hope is that the reader understand these posts, not verbally, but deeply, in the heart.

 TWO KINDS OF COURAGE

There is a courage, typical, driven by selfish pride whose empty boasts are loud but in the end are never reconciled.

Yet  there exists another, untypical, comes out from a spiral of golden energy born in the breast of every child.

One, the first, kills innocents and the other suffers the worst of the first then dies without complaint.

Proof that at the  formation of man something made it so that every child’s a saint.