I study Mahayana Buddhism and find there is more than enough to learn in one lifetime. I have read the songs and tales of Milarepa throughout my life. it is only lately though that I have been studying them, singing them, focusing upon them in my meditations. Suddenly, I was just wanted to play a sweet late May piano and organ song to the night, next thing I knew I was channeling the images of the 3 grinning demons masquerading in Milarepas cave above Demon Lake. The seclusion always make the monk, the bodhisattva, the mendicate, the child of God alone in meditation and writing, creating earthly visions to offer to God, to Love, to Peace. But ya know that devil’s always grinning in your face and you have to be ready to charm them into reverse seduction, to lead them to their demise. Metaphors abound. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Meditate. Pray. The ones who wish you evil will find you. Be ready.Read more "(Above Demon Lake) Milarepa Found 3 Demons Easy to Confuse"
Revolution now!Read more "April 29 Extended Revolution Now!"
Through a life telling those you love good bye, always good bye….Read more "In a Green Field … Darkly … We Mourn"
This has the impression of the last movement of Berlioz, Symphony Fantastique, but it was unintentional. It was fun , the more I thought of Sessions going down for Russia connections and dirty Beauregard deals the more I got into the piano beat halfway in. For a dark march to the gallows pole, I […]Read more "Goodby D.C. Hello Siberi’a Mr. Sessions (and your screaming blue meanies)"
Just feeling the hardness of peering into the place where shadows form, in the dark and beauty, the light and grandeur of what Artists who were a presence, of what they left behind and the pain they hid inside the celestial forms.Read more "Destroying Angel"
Continuation on my imaginings of songs from space, angels melodies whether we agree they are melodic or not, to me they are songs of the soul, of God whispering and shouting, demanding and accepting, beautifully of the body and of spirit, these things these comets that race the universe alone dropping off bits and pieces of matter that in turn become the stuff of birthing planets and dying suns, it sounds like this to me, it always does…and for a birthday I am doing what I love the most, creating, whether it be in music, poetry, food or love, I am happiest feeling that somewhere someone feels the sounds and songs as I do. “as” I do. Love. Peace.Read more "Holy Breeze Before the Comets Go"