As ambient as it gets except my knocking over a bowl or two, It is a morning prayer. It could be an evening prayer to slip into sleep, which is cool cause I have tried three times to listen to it and fell asleep before the end. I may have traveled a bit while playing but that is another story for ears that believe. I did sing/chant here and there but it is more like dream state.
Tibetan Holy 7 metal bowl variations for X I only love, if it is a steroid week then I am trying so damn hard not to make anyone mad, but my frailty shows and the weak attack. I pray this finds anyone in a welcoming mood and patient for 7 minutes of meditations. I wish to fill it with love for God and for all, I love you even more. Those who seek harm in the world, I must love them. Why? The one living God says so, that’s why. And 800 or 900 years BCE or so, the enlightened Buddha spoke similar and caused waves across the East that l looked into today. I just wish those who claim to have Buddha knowledge have actually reached into his own words over a period of 60 years as guru Gautama Buddha. We are supposed to try to lessen suffering. If someone is in pain from medical procedures or general harm, show compassion. Evil hearts seek to harm. There is much to learn from the two great faiths, being Catholicism and Buddhism. I will not argue. One must believe as they wish, and not condemn the prayerful like some Pilgrim harpy. God is God and the paths are many; I simply chose the Higher and the lower, the middle path, the path we call Mahayana Buddhism, which I have been faithful for most of my life except for a ten year Zen lost during which sobriety occurred and my life began again. Only the vast and mostly true ones of the coast. They are my actions, and no others. To lie and gossip is against the Ninth Commandment, and Gautama spoke of this in the Dhammapada, as well the 500 Buddhas.
After reading the songs of Milarepa when he entered his cave above Demon Lake, a famous lake in North India where it is believed an octopus like demon lives. Thing is that the area is amazingly beautiful and the evil from west of there has not yet destroyed the life of this mountain region, where Pakistan cannot earthquakes try, so the Hundred Thousand Songs of Milarepa continue. Here there were three demons waiting in his meditation and sleeping cave to taunt him and to convince him they were minor angels here to bring him news of God. Milarepa saw the grinning death, as our Southern Blues sees that devil smile grinning into hell, so did he, so he sang them songs to mesmerize them and seduce them into a state of wonder. He was then able to disperse of them, as we should of those around us in whom we see thievery, deception, slothful slinking taking of what is you and these are marks of minor Deceptors. Stare down the shrouds that hide their nature and you will see, and then what? Sing. Charm. Seduce and lead them down into your own “demon lake” and as far away as possible before they suck away every touch of love, peace, in your soul.
the title says it all. I was meditating and all of a sudden an image of the three branches of government being destroyed crossed across my eyes, a screaming in my ears, the sense of fear when all the hairs on your are are standing up, and the 25th Amendment revealed. What can I say? Do I want to see him removed or swinging from old hickory strung up like treasonous officials once were, and in China you get have the bullet sent to you but you must also buy the bullet, so it would be a nice adornment for the bride of Frankenstein or Groper In Chief and his puppy Paul false Catholic Ryan as The Smirk, as I prefer.
The Sound of 3 Branches of Government Burning Down, All Cowards Inside – 5:17:17, 9.20 AM by H Lamar Thomas is licensed under a Creative Commons License.
I kinda think the title says it all. To Love is to Express God. To Express
God is to Love. There is nothing hidden here. The poetry is the final Steinway play during the last three minutes. Some of these are extremely difficult to play though they may sound similar to other of my work, I guess you could say that in this particular format it is a style. It is my way of prayer, to communicate and to be with the real presence of God. Thank you angry, judgemental Catholics for thinking this is musical heresy, I appreciate the misunderstanding as I have appreciated similar throughout my life. You make my skin thicker and my soul more open to love. I dedicate this to Aaron Julian Wegelin and Liz Kerlin.
Dawn showed itself and I heard this melodic drone shoveling death wings and swords out of my mind, baring my teeth at death and saying fuck off not yet, I will not play your games, I will not live your lie, no,
not yet you devil’s mate, I will not open all the piles of death letters at my door, I ain’t ready yet, no, not yet, I know when you want me really, Oh I know your drums and fife corps at the rivers edge.
7 levels Yamaha grand, full string orchestra, crotales, timpani, Bossendorfer grand, French horns and probably a string thing or two whispering its way around the orchestration and bombast. It is a eulogy, nonetheless, this is a eulogy. I hope you feel the consoling measures as well as angry timpani and horns here and there. Maybe feel how she smiled, and then a prayer to be had for her life, her soul, and those she loved.
This is as in the title, a eulogy, so there are up lifting and joyous moments but the leit motif one of sadness and loss.
Bess Burkett was loved by us all and those beyond. I hope this piece does her justice. I thought on her all night, then worked on this for a few hours, slept a few and started on engineering this Peace and I was fine with it in tone and effect.
“I want to tell you a song about a girl, but I can’t find my way back home again, and then we did” Just because I copped a phrase from the original.
Some of the songs have been moved around or lost after I changed format. Hopefully not too much has been changed. This stuff took way more time and effort than I thought it would when I wanted to update the look and categories for the songs. Everything here is also on SoundCloud except for my published poetry and food articles which I hope have not been screwed up.
Source: She Held His Hand (For EK)