Showing posts with label G. Harrison. Show all posts
Showing posts with label G. Harrison. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 1, 2021

The Motion









"I'm a dark horse

Running on a dark race course

I'm a blue moon

Since I stepped out of the womb

I've been a cool jerk

Looking for the source

I'm a dark horse"

- Dark Horse , G. Harrison


"We have a tendency to think in terms of doing and not in terms of being.We think when we are not doing anything are wasting our time.

But that is not true. Our time is first of all to be.

To be what? To be alive, to be peaceful, to be joyful, to be loving.And that is what the world needs most"

 - Thich Nhat Hanh

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The Motion


Some say seasickness is self sabotage.

The perpetual perplexed pilgrim was presented to the great teacher.

"A sailor is an artist whose medium is the wind ( the breath of the great divine),"

Whispered the wonder-filled wiseman.

Sometimes it is not the storms that frighten us

But the constant rising and lowering of the magnificent

Seemingly uncontrollable waves,

Rocking and severely heeling fragile unprepared vessels.

Stomachs churn inside out while scaring the most adventurous of spirits.

Healthy tolerance of ambiguity and reasonable locus of control

Get lost on Homo Sapiens focused on worldly promises of "success"

By abiding to a preprogrammed plotted course - come hell or high water.

The best charted passages and the most scientific analytics

Of future forecasts and anticipations are often at best "wish lists."

Not knowing and the worry about what's next fuel 

The flames of fear and self doubt.

Leading weak egos to the wearing of masks 24/7.

It has never been about what one does,

What one has accumulated or not or one's 

Desires or accomplishing long term goals.

Isn't it about how you do what you do,

Turning the page the message is clear

"You don't need a reason to help people."

A companion once confided that the more love

One gives to others is the best way to honor their own journey.


The experienced navigators and scientific prognosticators 

Sometimes might volunteer and become defensive about their imperfection.

Futurists craft visions in their anticipation

But their calculations and projected forecasts

Are never quite one hundred percent accurate.

Homo sapiens are not as bright as we say they are .

How significant is it that  Hemingway may have reported disdain

About the fog he encountered and getting off course sailing 

From Key West to Cuba?

The tide comes in and out.

No need to get seasick . Panic helps no one.

Be grateful, authentic and precisely who we are

Meant to be.

Savor the sanctifying serenity that is ever-present 

Even if we get shaken by the motion

And remain constant sandpipers .

                             - JF Sobecki

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Sandpipers - Cathleen Engelsen


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Just The Motion - R. Thompson

https://youtu.be/QfjdXKitiPY

Wasted on The Way - Crosby,Stills and Nash

https://youtu.be/nWlEsta4xS8

Doctor My Eyes - J Browne

https://youtu.be/BrCLkeYKuEw

Will People Ever See It  - G. Harrison 

https://youtu.be/FxL69A5d7kk

What Makes a Good Life - R.Waldinger

https://youtu.be/8KkKuTCFvzI

Til I Die 0 Beach Boys

https://youtu.be/Qx-taep4NNg

Beware of Darkness - G. Harrison

https://youtu.be/VqRRnb4S_6U


A Labor Day Song (  for all who work  - and my dad R.I.P.)


Factory - B.Springsteen

 

https://youtu.be/plaOhNjJeBg




amdg















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Saturday, July 31, 2021

Caesura and The Enjambments : 13th Anniversary of The Second Chance Dance


  


"My cousin has great changes coming...someday he'll wake with wings.

My cousin as you see
Takes his changes so easily
O happy we
Could take each change so easily..."

- Cousin Caterpillar, Incredible String Band








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Caesura and The Enjambments

Well, they say it took Ulysses ten years to get back
To where he once belonged,
Something Sergeant Pepper could not achieve.
For a wandering wounded soldier and unwed father
It would be a year locked down in ascetic solitude
For Ignatius to wake.
Sometimes constant busyness
Becomes the master distraction ,
A rationalization in believing attachments,
Rewards and material worldly goals
As the promised treasures of paradise.
Lives can easily become one big run on sentence.
Lost in the maize of the promise of identifying purpose
Pilgrims and the ignorant wander barren desserts aimlessly
Searching for the lost land of milk and honey.
No oasis discovered , only mirages.
Whatever happened to calm and deliberate?
What ever happened to pausing 
Allowing the peace to wash away the grime
Cleansing the spirit allowing one to become
Precisely who the divine intended ?
One's who preach their own self perfection,
Charlatans in sheep's clothing,
Keep themselves at bay from the barricades of heaven.
No thing stays the same.
No thing is perfect.
No algorithm, navigation system, spread sheet
Or the best laid plans can accurately predict.
Carefully positioned dominoes don't always fall
As designers and players anticipate.
Therapists and patients believe
Personal control is possible.
Can we really learn from the Venetians and
Their belief that the rising ocean can be restrained?
Sometimes the tiniest and grand events alike as well as
People of all types and sizes
Influence which road to take or what rabbit hole to go down.
Sometimes that mystical spiritual energy gives birth
To that caterpillar who might become that butterfly
Flapping her wings, that would start a breeze, 
Becoming the wind moving the chimes to sing,
A song whispering the truth 
While refreshing the pilgrim who had paused
To be mindful while letting go.
Many mystics , poets and a few songwriters appreciate
the power of the pausing , presence and hope.

And so it was thirteen years ago
The Pilgrim's Odyssey
Was about to blow up his plans when
He found himself crippled retreating into a pause.
His true companions lowered him through the roof.
His heart healed and mercy washed across his spirit.
And, he flew away.

          - JF Sobecki

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The Way Through The Woods - R. Kipling ( R. Fiennes)


Isn't it a Pity-Take 27  (2020 remix) G. Harrison



Cleveland Heart - J.Browne


Cousin Caterpillar - Incredible String Band


The Holy Longing - Goethe


Hope For the Flowers - Trina Paulus
A story for Caterpillars, pilgrims and children of all ages





July 1 - Memorial of St. Ignatius of Loyola
Anniversary of the Pilgrim's Healing 7/1/2008
 




"Teach me to be generous, to serve as you deserve, to give and not count the cost, to fight and not heed the wounds, to toil and not seek for rest, to labor and not to look for any reward, save that of knowing I am doing your will."

 - St. Ignatius of Loyola



(Thank you to the companions - Dan, Lou, Tom, Gerry, Bill, Ed, Bob, Dick, Carolyn, Herb, Kirk and Pete)


AMDG


Copyright 2021 JF Sobecki LLC All Rights Reserved




Coda: Even Jersey bar bands and their singers need a Caesura
From "Eddie and The Cruisers"
(and Thank God for English Majors!)