Ahh.. yes.. i too love sacred music.. playing the piano and singing for the church choir for a decade in my 20’s.. and returning last year.. to once again.. lead the choir.. from the back pew.. but no longer joined to the now front pew choir….
i dance the week.. and reserve my voice.. to sing with the choirs of angels..
that visit the temple like CATholic church…
that rises to the sky.. among the common flats.. of neighborhood old…
i kinda liked it better when it is small.. and the choir still sings from back row
pews..
when and where no one knows.. whose voice is who!..:)
But sadly most never sing at all.. in the congregation at large…
Maybe 10 percent at most..
The illness seems clear.. the soul.. no longer lives.. alive in song!.. the best way
to connect in verbal prayer.. i know for sure.. in heart to heart GOD song of pray!
But yes.. they know my voice from back to front.. as i sing alone along Angels2!..:)
i find in singing.. dancing.. or even poetry art.. that for me.. and i think this varies innately with some who are more instruction oriented or hands on.. that any structure offered stunts.. the true power of creativity in me.. whether it is song.. dance.. or poetry..
not often.. or ever heard.. stepped.. or written before…
People have asked me to teach them.. or how i learn to dance..
and i tell them.. you are looking at my soul.. it is free..
and moves wherever it wants.. in step.. note.. or word…..
And there was a time.. i had none of that.. but lesson.. and sheet music in piano flow…
One day i discounted everything i knew.. and finally the notes flowed free.. from fingers too….
i guess it’s the Yang and Yin of art.. in almost everything in life..
only those.. who never have to worry about money..
can truly live in mostly Yin.. in creativity.. to explore a heart and soul… fully…
The process of human creativity.. is both fascinating and TRULY magicK to me.. and smiles.. i enjoyed your path… too..:) over soprano way.. of song…. in words as well…true….
Interesting..Beat-Bop Jazz as expressed here.. in wild words of life.. remind me of the freeing spirit.. of the days of poetry introduced by Jack Kerouac and others in words of the middle of last century..
and interesting while i can certainly dance and do photography even wilder than this… to express poetic elements of life ALMOST more than fully free….if such a thing exists…
i still am somewhat reserved in words.. and can’t really get into the nitty gritty.. as in that way.. i am not yet TRULY free in words…
i suppose i should try it.. and i’m sure i could do it.. but i guess i must value the few somewhat true.. Facebook friends..in metaphor.. i’ve got left in life.. at least as long…
as i’m married..:) AND don’t TRULY hit the open road.. of song.. dance.. and poetry JUNGLE of life…;)
And in addendum.. i’ll probably live longer…
if i stay married..;) And yes.. that truly is my plan…
iPods.. iPads.. iPHones.. Youtube.. Google.. are all evidence of the TRUE POWER of the Heaven of now….
Only a child’s dream of mine.. where music IS too expensive… to sample all of IT.. and answers are too hard to find.. in card catalogs of abridged knowledge.. in the morals of my fundamentalist town…
Well.. i am diagnosed initially with Asperger’s syndrome.. in middle age.. changed to PDDNOS.. after attending psychiatrist finding out about my verbal delay until age 4.. and now ASD.. with the new diagnostic change…
These words do remind me of the sensory integration challenges that did occur when thunderstorms come through.. and even the change in humidity.. and all the other environmental changes with storm flow.. that overwhelmed the nuance of my senses.. that others just breezed through…
And OMG! those flickering fluorescent lights.. and those lower refresh rates on computer screens.. that truly made me want to SCREAM!
But what i find and understand now.. is that it was the chronic stress.. and trauma of adjusting to a society.. that i had no easy innate way to understand and adjust to.. as i knew not the games.. of foil and play.. to gain the upper hand.. in the work place politics of life long toil…
Trauma.. Trauma.. Trauma.. quiet trauma.. never visible to others.. but boiling in my blood.. a pain so deep.. where peace is never found…
Finally i gave up.. after it almost killed me…
And then in five long years.. of Mother Nature True.. what I also know now as GOD takes ITs course…
i dance free.. and sing free..NOW.. in love with Mother Nature.. as Nature finAlly giveS me rest….
It was culture that is the Virus..
i am NOT the Virus..AS human being..IS….
regardless of human label..
Mother Nature is once again my friend…
and i walk in the Thunderstorms of life.. Now refreshed.. strong.. born free…
yes.. Once again.. the Phoenix rises from the Ashes.. from culture’s mighty dark sword…
i love this.. i can truly find poetry.. dance.. and song.. in so many places.. so clear it seems for me to see.. that not even my wife.. can see.. at home with me…
My favorite expression of poetry is in male RENAISSANCE nude art.. a taboo.. particularly with a middle aged dude like me…
IN Today’s ways.. that still live in this way of puritanical fear…
where this particular human art of old..resurfaces with me….
But Michelangelo did it on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel and no one complains…
i do it in flesh and blood…
and poetry and song.. yes.. in flesh and blood..
is
me..:)
in flesh and blood.. of all human being.. i know of…
can be…
simply me.. in all that is.. a human being.. from start to finish..
i truly too.. BELIEVE.. THAT BONAFIDE musicians/ARTICIANS play by heart.. not digitally constrained words…structured notes or steps.. and this song by Kiki Dee.. describes the way i feel.. when i dance and sing.. naked and free…
Truly tHere is poetry.. song.. and dance.. in touch of human hand.. fingers.. and all the parts of humanity that make us feel inside.. and outside.. as above.. so below..
Truly the song and dance of life.. are the Electrons revolving.. golden spiraling around the Nucleus of Atoms.. the Drops spiraling around the Eyes of Hurricanes.. the Planets spiraling around Suns.. the Suns spiraling around Black Holes.. and the Galaxies.. spiraling around each Other in UNI VERSE FLOW OF LETTING IT ALL GO.. IN ALL THIS IS..
ALL WITH A FREQUENCY OF MUSICK in background..sound..THAT FLOWS WITH THE DANCE OF ALL ThERE IS WITH GRAVITY GROWS!
A POEM..
of
DANCE AND SONG!
AS
IS
so in reality .. YES!..
GOD is poetry 2!
And in addendum.. as the title for my next blog post.. floats like a feather..
down from heart to brain..
i am in a way.. an idiot savant of poetry.. who plays with gravity..
instead of against it.. in structured way of brain.. instead of heart.. as is
i heart..
with Dueling Banjos of poetry too.. per the title of my next blog post.
i guess.. hehe..2:)
with this magick musicK too…
and yes obviously the boy in the video.. is haha!
Autistic too!
dueling poetry is hell yes! what i do!..;)
too.. along with dance and song!…
three!
So.. are ya lost yet..;)
When brain finAlly sees heART for what HEart tRuly is as
OH! i love the piano.. and your words are tempting me to lift the cover.. and once again.. immerse my fingers.. with ivory.. and now plastic keys…in electronic way.. of amplifying play!
Ah.. but all the lessons.. trapped me.. until one day.. i set them free…
ThEre is the night of the firefly.. and glowing diatom.. spreading in shores of gulf beach bliss…
And stars in the unlit civilized ways.. of today.. crowding out the lights of heavenly awe…
So i close my eyes.. and plug in to the magicK musicK and past.. and although the fireflies.. no longer
fly in freedom of my world.. and the moon is lost in the parking lot of life.. with stars of awe too..
Ahh!.. the Universe AWAKES IN MY BODY THROUGH AND THROUGH..
THERE is another entrance waiting for bliss.. in a room of heaven now..
and all though the heavenly sights are gone…
The Uni VERSE once again.. flows free..
in dance of bliss!
in room
of me..:)
and i am now complete.. wHere the romance of yesterday…
Haha.. i too love to think of GOD as Lord of the dance.. and dark.. and light.. and song.. and poem..! to celebrate Love and Love of nature.. to me using any of these devices of life.. is one and same as celebrating GOD of Mother Nature TRUE!
i like the part.. ‘we are in a fantasy looking forest’ as then the dance of poetry becomes dreamscape too.. and usually the imaginary lovers.. are we.. in desire.. our hearts to be.. in art..of dance… song.. and poetry lyrics that swing to the notes of life! and love..:)
i can tickle the ivories.. and my sister can play guitar.. but these percussionist fingers.. seem not to want to fret the strings… i tried.. i tried.. but i couldn’t strum a song.. to even my likening.. with anything.. but the beat of life.. keys of ivory.. or plastic..too…in digital way..of bits and bytes..of DIGITal art!..:)of poetry 2!;)
Ahh.. Kathleen.. we meet again.. and you are last on the list one more time.. and your words here truly speak of the beauty of fall..in Ozark Autumn.. perhaps it is genetic memory.. or maybe synchronicity.. but the music of other languages.. often ring deep..in my soul too.. a deja vu.. of nostalgia of a time lost and never fully remembered..:)true…best spoken in poetry too!..;)
http://www.waystationone.com/2014/10/the-prayer-in-old-photographs.html
THE HARDEST PART TO DO
Speaking of home.. i’ve come to the conclusion that i was right when i was young.. this is that place they forecast as heaven..
Truly imagine a world were food is abundant and never a true need is lost.. on Mother Nature…and yes you already did that.. smiles2..:)
But is it really heaven or is it really hell..
That is the secret..
Where the wise.. go back..
to square one…
and just live.. in heaven now..
and never over think anything. and just dance the dance of life..
Sad that some may not realize they are in heaven.. as at least their ancestors.. in some places like this….
truly went through hell.. to make a heaven like this…
REAL..
i still can’t convince my wife of it ….
she waits.. she waits.. she waits for something better…
than is tHere NOW..
i suppose we choose heaven or hell.. and i’ll will the former.. in all i do.. and attempt to share it..
the hardest part to do…..
http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com/2011/11/18/songs-of-praise/
i SING ALONE ALONG ANGELS2
Ahh.. yes.. i too love sacred music.. playing the piano and singing for the church choir for a decade in my 20’s.. and returning last year.. to once again.. lead the choir.. from the back pew.. but no longer joined to the now front pew choir….
i dance the week.. and reserve my voice.. to sing with the choirs of angels..
that visit the temple like CATholic church…
that rises to the sky.. among the common flats.. of neighborhood old…
i kinda liked it better when it is small.. and the choir still sings from back row
pews..
when and where no one knows.. whose voice is who!..:)
But sadly most never sing at all.. in the congregation at large…
Maybe 10 percent at most..
The illness seems clear.. the soul.. no longer lives.. alive in song!.. the best way
to connect in verbal prayer.. i know for sure.. in heart to heart GOD song of pray!
But yes.. they know my voice from back to front.. as i sing alone along Angels2!..:)
http://audreyhowittpoetry.blogspot.com/2014/10/a-soprano-practices.html
YANG AND YIN OF ART
i find in singing.. dancing.. or even poetry art.. that for me.. and i think this varies innately with some who are more instruction oriented or hands on.. that any structure offered stunts.. the true power of creativity in me.. whether it is song.. dance.. or poetry..
not often.. or ever heard.. stepped.. or written before…
People have asked me to teach them.. or how i learn to dance..
and i tell them.. you are looking at my soul.. it is free..
and moves wherever it wants.. in step.. note.. or word…..
And there was a time.. i had none of that.. but lesson.. and sheet music in piano flow…
One day i discounted everything i knew.. and finally the notes flowed free.. from fingers too….
i guess it’s the Yang and Yin of art.. in almost everything in life..
only those.. who never have to worry about money..
can truly live in mostly Yin.. in creativity.. to explore a heart and soul… fully…
The process of human creativity.. is both fascinating and TRULY magicK to me.. and smiles.. i enjoyed your path… too..:) over soprano way.. of song…. in words as well…true….
http://dkirkstokes.wordpress.com/2014/02/08/musica-myopica-2/
DANCE AND SONG OF HOT JUNGLES
i prefer the dance and song of hot jungles.. where the primitive part of my soul comes undomesticated and wild.. in FEAT of rhythm..
And whenever on the real dance floor of life.. in my local metro dance hall.. someone introduces me to the more formal style of couples dancing..
i just go back into jungle routine.. yes.. FLOW.. of Mother Nature True..
and lead the way back…
to WILD…:)
http://athingforwordsjahesch.wordpress.com/2014/10/14/he-just-belongs/
FREE LIFE OF LIGHT
i truly think ART of all types..
has POWER to
set souls FREE…
And Billy is one lucky SOUL..
who returns to free LIFE
of LIGHT…:)
http://zouxzoux.wordpress.com/2014/10/14/defenseless-anatomy/
AVALANCHE OF LOVE
i think the greatest thing about all human relationships is..
they are all unique connections of potential love..
and every connection of life with everyone one meets..
can be a potential snow flake of love..
Where snow ball keeps rolling
to one day perhaps…
an avalanche
of LOVE
With a whole team of Lovers.. cheering.. hurraying in the
background of Snow…wonSnowONe
http://www.barnonegroup.com/2012/09/beat-bop-jazz.html
NITTY GRITTY OF POETRY
Interesting..Beat-Bop Jazz as expressed here.. in wild words of life.. remind me of the freeing spirit.. of the days of poetry introduced by Jack Kerouac and others in words of the middle of last century..
and interesting while i can certainly dance and do photography even wilder than this… to express poetic elements of life ALMOST more than fully free….if such a thing exists…
i still am somewhat reserved in words.. and can’t really get into the nitty gritty.. as in that way.. i am not yet TRULY free in words…
i suppose i should try it.. and i’m sure i could do it.. but i guess i must value the few somewhat true.. Facebook friends..in metaphor.. i’ve got left in life.. at least as long…
as i’m married..:) AND don’t TRULY hit the open road.. of song.. dance.. and poetry JUNGLE of life…;)
And in addendum.. i’ll probably live longer…
if i stay married..;) And yes.. that truly is my plan…
in life..:)
http://summerstommy.com/2014/10/14/poetics-under-the-influence-of-music/
CHILD’S DREAM OF MINE
iPods.. iPads.. iPHones.. Youtube.. Google.. are all evidence of the TRUE POWER of the Heaven of now….
Only a child’s dream of mine.. where music IS too expensive… to sample all of IT.. and answers are too hard to find.. in card catalogs of abridged knowledge.. in the morals of my fundamentalist town…
The child’s dream has now come true..
Truly HEAVEN IS NOW!
AND i once again..
AM CHILD!..:)
AND WE ALL CREATED IT TOGETHER…
for those who knowNOW
how to TRULY LIVE tHere!
http://wolfsrosebud.wordpress.com/2014/10/14/let-it-shine/
A LIGHT A LIVE
To shine in all the duties IN Love of life..
from basic survival to unconditional love.. for all of nature..
is a way i see to truly shine the light of life too…
As long as the light in me.. continues to grow.. i am life…
And as long as i share that light.. in all ways it grows…
i am happy… to be…
A light..
A live!
http://delainamiller.com/repetition-rhythm/
ENDLESS SOULS OF LOVE
This is Lovely.. and Truly the way i too.. sees the potential magicK of the dance and song of life…
Without a word.. i at 54.. go Rave dancing with the young.. in the early 20’s at local metro crowded club…
i would love to dance with anyone.. at any age.. but sadly they do not go…
And there is magicK there truly in feat of foot.. torso.. arms.. legs.. and hips.. as they synch together in eternal flow….
Ahh.. the non-verbal language.. of love it flows…
Letting It ALL go.. is ecstasy as it is shared without
a word…
there are no disconnections.. in words of confusion..
as Shakira says..
hips don’t lie…
And i always come back for more.. after going home to my wife…
alone….
The she wolf i am.. in wolf’s clothing.. to paraphrase and metaphor another Shakira song… where she too…
goes home…
alone….but nah.. connecting in spirit.. to endless souls of love.. non-verbally in the realest way and oldest way…
of human connection.. in
dance and song..:)