Satisfaction

Carlos Santana wrote Europa (Earth's Cry Heavens Smile) he played the timeless piece on his guitar so hard it cried, Gato Barbieri wailed the mournful, soulful, biting passion of the tune into his saxophone. Paul Carrack sings Satisfy My Soul with a sweet simple rhythm, he sings with longing... another cry from earth and all it's inhabitants...

Ramblings

Jah ever feel overcome with RAW emotion, like a pinball machine with the stainless steel ball bouncing all over the place... tears of joy flow as your heart explodes with appreciation for gifts of love, for creature comforts that only live in the imagination of countless brethren all over the world. The agonizing pain of loss shreds, yanks pulls and rips your heart strings with cruel reckless abandon. The heavy moments weigh you down, make you feel vulnerable, weak only to recognize the state of affairs is thankfully temporal. Do not stay stuck in a dark vortex of despair, doubt, disenchantment. There is too much to keep you happy, to occupy your time with, ponder the positive forces, draw from the good vibrations. Dwell in these places of quiet comfort.

The course you take includes a delicate balance as insanity looms all around us, unorthodox approach to resolution, unconventional wisdom brought to you by conventional ageless virtue, timeless qualities render you normal able to function on little to no rational. It's a jiggity-jaggity proposition but somehow your able to pull it all together and make some sort of sense out of the senseless. In silence or immersed in chaos one reflects on what really matters most, what keeps you going, who feeds your appetite for the sublime, the simple beauty, the unique?

A light emitts from your heart directly to your head like a star flashing across the sky. The trajectory aimed at keeping you a float and on top rather than down under. You wash-up after a good sweat, sleep, hearty bowl of soup and emerge stonger, fortified and ready to take on the next round of discomfort and indicision with purpose, shored-up and able to walk tall aware of the possibiltiy of being blindsided by havoc at anytime by anything or anybody for no good reason whatsoever. But you press on with confidence in the heavens, the almighty blessings of the angels and saints, the holy elements and necessary matters of life whisper to you to hold on take up your arms with the sacred tried, true and tested weapons of the ages, the most powerfull proven arsenal strong enough to navigate you toward peace and health, happiness and a head and heart full of goodness. Feel better and forge on and be grateful and peaceful ~

Radiant Beauty

That's you tonight... big blue crisp clean, round robust, bright-eyed beauty. Aren't you the magnificent one. It's always a pleasure to see you, down right privilege to behold one such as lovely as thee. Some things simply never loose their luster, time only makes you all the more glorious and grand. Yes, you, YOU so calm, cool & collect, creamy dreamy moon ... with your great presence, noble, humble, your larger than life light and quiet grace makes the darkness of the evening spill blue ink all over the sky. We connect with a glance, a gaze and look beyond the earth right into your creamy center. Stick around for a while, take off when you need to and remember you are always welcome here with me ~

"Goodmorning People"

"We all must take precautionary measures, if love & peace you treasure"... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G1vUzXMGvMM

BE present, Source of Perfection, and protect us through the silent hours of this night, that we who are wearied with the work and changes of this fleeting world may rest upon your eternal changelessness.

Smoke Signal's

Amazing, how many forms of communication there are; from smoke signals to code talkers, Morse code & telegrams to satellite transmissions & a long lost message in a bottle. Land line telephones, cell phones, radio waves, TV air waves, airmail, snail mail, Email, newsletters, flyer's, bulletins, billboards, postcards to posters & posers. The mode's of operation by which we communicate are vast. Sign language and other forms of nonverbal communication, verbally loud and clear or pantomimed, acted out, whether singing a lullaby or belting out an anthem. From surprise proposal's to letters & cards of sympathy or encouragement, congrats or birthday greetings, an ad in the sky, underwater sonar, walkie talkies to citizen band radios, it never ends. Somewhere, somehow a connection is going on, whether telepathically, consciously, subconsciously or even unconsciously, seems like there is always somebody reaching out to someone or something. From pledging one's allegiance, waving a flag, fighting a war to preserve freedom or protesting for peace without violence. Blogging, writing, transcribing, to designing and using your own World Wide Website or Facebook, your place or My Space to texting, twittering, tattle tailing & twanging your guitar, banging on the drum to singing about your dreams, dancing with angels & wrestling with the wrong things.. Even the lonesome wolf howls at the night as planet earth and the heavens vibrate to it's own rhythm. The talking heads report the news- good, bad or indifferent as politico's, preachers & teachers, pundits of the pulpit & sales pitches scream for your business, cry babies carry on & wale about anything~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMm_MFh9Izo

Wow talk about an "in your face moon" tonight. La Luna, fabulous all dressed in your lunar elegance by solar illumination... word's fail. Can you get any bigger, brighter, brilliant? Simply mad about you, you know that. ~ Happy Birthday Jean Ortiz and all you birthday babies born in November! Dia De Los Muerto's... the time of year Los Mexicano's celebrate the dead with a triumphant spirit. Faith manifested. Los Muerto's... all souls, sinners & saints, especially loved ones, remembered with reverence and glee. I'm really adopting the old holiday & concept in earnest. To celebrate the deceased lives & remember fondly rather than to mourn. It's the letting go during the transition of the whole death thing that's not pretty or pleasant, but than over time you come to terms, get a grip, wrap your head around the stark reality, finality and shock... it's palatable, we go on wounded but wiser, grief stricken yet grace filled.