Second Chance Dance: The Songs of The Empty Boat - Reflections from Chesapeake bay

Friday, October 1, 2021

The Songs of The Empty Boat - Reflections from Chesapeake bay

Since he judges no one

No one judges him

Such is the complete man

His boat is empty

- Chang Tzu

We are all part of human society

So the purpose of our lives is not to make trouble

but to serve others in any way we can.

We are all driven by self-interest to some extent

but cultivating concern for others is

a wise way of fulfilling our own self-interest

- The 14th Dalai Lama

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The Songs of the Empty Boat

(Reflections from Chesapeake Bay)

The vagabond's lament of being stuck inside of Mobile

Rings true about the constructs that have been force fed

By the greedy leaders and false soap box prophets.

Still rivers continue to flow filling the sea

Returning to clouds and rain

To fill the streams and rivers.

Yet the cost to enter that Magic Kingdom

Is one big contrived plot to ensure only wrist-banded souls

Are welcomed through the golden gates..

How does one spend the gifted 1440 ... so many wasted moments.

Madman continue the promulgated commandments

Most which have been found to be redundant.

The Judges tell us not to judge.

Podium and pulpit prognosticators teach right and wrong

And that those who are on the right side are the ones eligible

To have their tickets punched.

Carnies proclaim that ringing the bell

Is only half the battle as the carousel and brass rings await.

Disciples of Mason and Dixon continue to contrive borderlines.

While wanderers and mystics continue to search for monasteries of solitude

In valleys along the razor's edge.

Monastic mantra carried by the loving wind whispers for ears to hear,

"We sweep up the leaves that have fallen but we do not hate the trees

For dropping them."

Leaving the casino empty handed

The troubadour wails

"Whatever ever happened

To ' Love all , Serve All' "?

Settling in as the sun's last blood orange glow rests on the bay

He meditates on the empty boat just off the shoreline,

Sacred serenity soothes the spirit

Being is - being present , loving all and letting go.

- JF Sobecki

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The mayor once was quoted as saying ,

"Why is it that we blame our problems on the poor and marginalized or those who look or believe differently? How can one pick themselves up from their boot straps when they don't have any boots to wear?"

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The Songs - ( a setlist that played while the blog was pieced together)

" The only truth is music ...music blends with the great universe and we forget the brain beat."

- J. Kerouac

" Silence is the canvas for music and the result is evidence of the divine."

Wristband - P. Simon

https://youtu.be/Mp-blnuI3WM

In My Life - J. Collins (Lennon and McCartney)

https://youtu.be/CTEBD9WL5AI

Love and Mercy - B. Wilson

( So appropriate - Children singing this classic)

https://youtu.be/lr5Pkz7rFKk

https://youtu.be/m6LmXDEs9do

Higher Love - S. Winwood

https://youtu.be/k9olaIio3l8

Watching the Wheels- John Lennon

https://youtu.be/2Kx2PbA8bCI

Murder in The City - The Avett Brothers

https://youtu.be/cr420Jwr14U

Memory Lane - V. Morrison

https://youtu.be/gRbsj2HooGw

Wasted Days - J. Mellencamp/ B. Springsteen

https://youtu.be/hHLGZxlBpLA

One Word Peace - Subdudes

https://youtu.be/nWpOUqjBmsU

Here Me Lord - G. Harrison

https://youtu.be/oeaXPbTzANo

Stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues - B. Dylan

https://youtu.be/3kh6K_-a0c4

Across the Universe - The Beatles

https://youtu.be/BSxOand6pdU

amdg

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New Blog - Rain and Rivers Revisited: A Journey of a Lost Weekend

Well you may recall I have been working on a piece of fiction for a while now. It is still a work in progress. However, I decided

to release drafts of the first few episodes ( chapters.) Much of the work is completed but I am always cutting and editing.

http://rainandriversrevisited.blogspot.com/

It is difficult to release just pieces at a time as they are created as independent episodes they are also all parts of a larger piece (and picture .) I could share more but I am curious to read or hear your feedback.

I want to thank those friends and supporters who have already provided feedback ...and of course all the folks who have been following my Second Chance Dance Blog ( by the way that will continue.)

The material in the Blog is all copyrighted and cannot be reproduced in any form. Though, I welcome you to share the link and this blog with others .So please when you have a few minutes take a read and let me know what you think. I expect to be posting a series of subsequent episodes shortly.

Thanks....

News of Death

(This is for Coach)

Last night they came with news of death
not knowing what I would say.
I wanted to say,"The green wind is running through the fields making the grass lie flat."
I wanted to say,"The apple blossom flakes like ash covering the orchard wall."
I wanted to say,"the fish float belly up in the slow stream,stepping stones to the dead."

They asked if I would sleep that night,
I said I did not know.
For this loss I could not speak,the tongue lay idle in a great darkness,the heart was strangely open,the moon had gone,and it was then when I said, "He is no longer here"
that the night put its arms around me
and all the white stars turned bitter with grief.
- David Whyte

What Work is

We stand in the rain in a long line

waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work.

You know what work is--if you're

old enough to read this you know what

work is, although you may not do it.

Forget you. This is about waiting,

shifting from one foot to another.

Feeling the light rain falling like mist

into your hair, blurring your vision

until you think you see your own brother

ahead of you, maybe ten places.

You rub your glasses with your fingers,

and of course it's someone else's brother,

narrower across the shoulders than

yours but with the same sad slouch, the grin

that does not hide the stubbornness,

the sad refusal to give in to

rain, to the hours wasted waiting,

to the knowledge that somewhere ahead

a man is waiting who will say, "No,

we're not hiring today," for any

reason he wants. You love your brother,

now suddenly you can hardly stand

the love flooding you for your brother,

who's not beside you or behind or

ahead because he's home trying to

sleep off a miserable night shift

at Cadillac so he can get up

before noon to study his German.

Works eight hours a night so he can sing

Wagner, the opera you hate most,

the worst music ever invented.

How long has it been since you told him

you loved him, held his wide shoulders,

opened your eyes wide and said those words,

and maybe kissed his cheek? You've never

done something so simple, so obvious,

not because you're too young or too dumb,

not because you're jealous or even mean

or incapable of crying in

the presence of another man, no,

just because you don't know what work is.

Philip Levine

On Marriage - Kahil Gibran

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love:Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loafSing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.And stand together yet not too near together:For the pillars of the temple stand apart,And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

A favorite "Journey" poem from a favorite poet

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.
-- Mary Oliver

Send or post one of your favorites! They can be lyrics to a song!

Playing For Change

Please see the current music video from "Playing for Change" at the bottom of this page. It is a movement. Enjoy!

"Playing for Change" is a multimedia movement created to inspire, connect, and bring peace to the world through music. The idea for this project arose from a common belief that music has the power to break down boundaries and overcome distances between people. No matter whether people come from different geographic, political, economic, spiritual or ideological backgrounds, music has the universal power to transcend and unite us as one human race. And with this truth firmly fixed in our minds, we set out to share it with the world

Fall in Love

“Nothing is more practical than finding God, that is, than falling in a love in a quite absolute, final way. What you are in love with, what seizes your imagination will affect everything. It will decide what will get you out of bed in the mornings, what you will do with your evenings, how you spend your weekends, what you read, who you know, what breaks your heart, and what amazes you with joy and gratitude. Fall in love, stay in love, and it will decide everything.” --- Pedro Arrupe SJ

Friday, October 1, 2021

The Songs of The Empty Boat - Reflections from Chesapeake bay

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