Showing posts with label Jackson Browne. Show all posts
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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


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





Monday, May 31, 2021

In Troibo ad altare Dei: The Continuing Bloomsday Ballad Pt 49




 "We can do no great things; only small things with great love"

 - Mother Teresa






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In Troibo ad altare Dei: The Continuing Bloomsday Ballad Pt 49

"Stately,  plump ..." , so it began
No purpose or map in mind
That mystical GPS guiding gently
As loosed random thoughts and plans meandered
A rudderless boat trusted the sacred wind.
First mates usually know more than they let on.
The sails set and they were off.
June 16 , the day in infamy that changed everything-
Watergate and James' Bloomsday always top of mind, right?
Not being noble the Pilgrim had some perspective
As to the truth about a hill of beans
And  the significance of the problems of pilgrims
As the crazy world was crumbling around them.
Regardless, they proclaimed "I do ." 
Friends, family and themselves
Remain surprised they actually did
And continue to do so. 

Hibbing's homely hobo troubadour reminds those who listen,
" You don't need a weatherman to know
Which way the winds blow."
Navigators and mystics alike ponder
"How did we come up with the idea
To blame poor and sick people
and those of different color or religions
For all the world's problems ?
How many wars , how many acts of violence,
How many pandemics , and how many natural disasters
Before we return to the essence of love, compassion,
Kindness, selflessness, hope, peace and mercy?"
And yet we sail on...

The white collared companion of Jesus pronounced how decisions
Confirm the psychotherapeutic observation how decisions 
Are born from emotions and then justified by the rational.
"Real sacraments are a mystery.
Who knows where this road will take you?
Trust in each other and that great divine essence.
Take a deep grateful centering breath and 
Top it all off with a glass or two of wine."
His voice raised up in song as it should
On holy occasions - 
"To everything there is a season,
Turn! Turn! Turn! A time for every
purpose under heaven"


- JF Sobecki
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June 16,1972

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A Bloomsday Epilogue




 
  Until I Gain Control Again- JF Sobecki  (R. Crowell)

                            
  https://youtu.be/4sui9f3ahzw


                                     
 Stolen Moments - John Hiatt
                                                       

           No Hard Feelings - The Avett Brothers
 

  
                           
This is Us - Emmy Lou Harris and Mark Knopfler
   


               Farther On - Jackson Browne                                         

  https://youtu.be/JwN_FbwWpjM


                   Family - Joe Walsh                                                                                 

https://youtu.be/XbQLhjOrfmE

                         

               Turn!Turn! Turn! - The Byrds

  https://youtu.be/W4ga_M5Zdn4  


Amdg





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Saturday, May 1, 2021

May Day! Walk to the Daylight!

Picture - Javier Robles

"A tree gives glory to God by being a tree. For in being   what God means it to be it is obeying. It "consents," so to speak, to creative love. It is expressing an idea which is in God and which is not distinct from the essence of God, and    therefore a tree imitates God by being a tree."

        - Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation 



The Big Bang

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May Day! Walk to the Daylight!


On the first morning of May the wondering continued -

Someone said a Big Bang started it all.

What caused that bang or made those millions of parts

Blown to pieces scattering across the heavens ro give birth

To planets, stars, and on and on?

Imagine the universe a blank canvas with Jackson Pollock

As the divine creative force splattering colors

And leaving the result to interpretation?

Imagine believing that rolling multiple dice at once

Would lead to some mysterious unpredictable magical jackpot

Of magnificent complex creations interconnecting

With other accidental conceptions beyond simple imaginations.

Calling Mother Nature - "Can we start all over again?"

Who dared to make rivers and mountains borderlines?

Did  the origins of species determine who and what would own how much?

Isn't there a truth woven in-between the lines of the great poems or songs?

Take a look at all the wasted things we thought we've known.

And how little humanity has grown.

Walk into the daylight ,  appreciate spring flowers,

Stopping the counting of minutes and hours.

Sometimes the real existence is being mindful 

To how all is sacred

Leading us to where we need to be.

The oldest living human on earth 

Said her longevity is a direct result

Of giving up worrying years ago while paying attention

To those broken and serving those in need.

Sometimes when hopelessness seems to be winning

Walk to the daylight... It is a choice.

Take off the coat of guesses and defenses

It all may surprise you . Remember how -

Augustine asked from that lonely outpost

"Is anyone out there?"

That ever-present mysterious holy voice responds whispering,

"Yes"

- JF Sobecki

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Jackson Pollock


For What Binds us - Jane Hirschfield



Life is a Walking


and some music....

Some Bridges - Jackson Browne

https://youtu.be/Z6GEXPYrb8U

Morning Glory - Subdudes

https://youtu.be/fHRiH6mlBMQ

California Stars - Wilco

https://youtu.be/Mi9l10pzMeI

Morning - Beck

https://youtu.be/unZkASVfF74


Something to smile

The Meaning of Life - Everyone Loves Raymond

https://youtu.be/FZb4jBE0Gr0




amdg



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Thursday, December 31, 2020

The Mutineer’s New Year Lament








“ For Last Year’s words belong to last year’s language and next year’s words await another voice.”

- T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets







Mind-ful-ness

  1. The quality of state of being conscious or aware of something
  2. The mental state achieved by focusing one’s awareness on the present movement , while calmly acknowledging and accepting one’s feelings , thoughts, and sensations, used as a therapeutic technique

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The Mutineer’s New Year Lament


Forty some odd days into 2020

The mutineer pilgrim and his witness

Commenced on another leg of their journey.

Suddenly without notice or expectation

A distracted traveller squashed into their vessel

Shoving the two into oncoming traffic.

Somehow they survived by a aid of a greater hand

And not mindful they gathered up their baggage to re-continue

Unaware everything was changing.


The mutineer was aware he was born

To be a boat rocker and how

It is said that the trick for a helmsman sailing rough seas

Is to let go of the tiller ( wheel) 

And the boat will somehow right herself.

An old teacher counseled that life is how we are present

And respond to people, events and situations.

But, how is it that migrating birds really know 

Where to precisely go and when?

What of the gliding solo feathered friend?

Is she aimless or is there a true purpose

To her taking advantage of the uplifting wind?

Isn’t the answer of “it’s instinct” to these questions really an excuse that

Homo sapiens really do not understand how the universe works?


No thing stays the same.

No thing brings peace .

All things pass.

The present will be past

And what is next will be present, then past

And on and on until that which is 

Will be no more.


A reclusive monk whispered

“ Your problem is not the problem,

Your reaction is the problem.

Attach yourself to no thing.”


It is said institutions of all sizes and purpose

Attempt to initiate constructs

To control how pilgrims stay within the lines

Assuring some semblance of societal order.

Artificial propositions and musings

Propose the prospect of reward or success for 

Accumulating things and behaving 

According to the design of others

Are really not important to any other part of creation.

The exception , Lonely sapiens,

Trying with every breath to make sense of every thing

Believing that plans will get them what they need and 

Where they need to be.


Meanwhile the mutineer pilgrim and the witness continue 

Their meditations on the flight of the sacred soarers of the skies -

Being , loving , peacefulness and authenticity 

As these are what matter in the end,

As they sail on… to peace, the divine…

             into the new year.


- JF Sobecki


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A Few songs for mutineers and pilgrims



Mutineer - Jason Isbell & Amanda Shires ( W. Zevon)

https://youtu.be/PWuWmANBfJw



Peace Divine - Jackson Browne ( L. Songberg)

https://youtu.be/otGe9hmFDpU



All Things Must Pass - George Harrison

https://youtu.be/QWV4pFV5nX4


Love and Mercy - Jeff Tweedy ( B. Wilson)

https://youtu.be/m6LmXDEs9do

 


Sail On - Mary Black (D. Gaughin)

https://youtu.be/zv113_HGT60

 


Dedicated to the real heroes


Recalculate, Recalculate - 

-JF Sobecki(D. Arn and JF Sobecki)

https://youtu.be/Jt887qhi99Q



 




Amdg













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