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Entries in music (44)

Sunday
Dec262021

Loving Awareness

I am loving awareness.

Help others with the art of escape, thinking outside the system.

I feel your presence in my heart.

Music makes me stronger.

Saturday
Oct022021

Dialouge

Panda talks about freedom, family and her attitude. Willing to share honest truth & emotions.

Unname the present to see visions of the future, said a prophet.

The army of trees, river saga, roots.

How much are you willing to give up to play this music?

What I want to hear is what you don't know.

I'm just a beginner.

Transcendent function brings opposites together.

Memory, logic, imagination.

Wednesday
Sep012021

Laugh

Wolf meets dog. Freedom vs slavery.

Laugh and keep moving.

Passion & peristence.

Writing like music - rhythm, harmony, improvisation.

Time, effort, patience, cooperation.

Living safely is dangerous.

Dialect of the hands.

Thread music / dancing needle / flying leaves / zone of color art magic / sewing, tea, eggs, chillis, juice /

Writing Book of Amnesia / polish monster / just sitting / rain

 

Northern Laos

Saturday
Jul172021

I am the arrow

Kampot river market long ago and far away

Where the bad people hung heads as a warning 1975-1979

Hungry ghosts

Old haunts discover language light zones

Paint with light

Familiar stranger

Vocal chords produce conversations magic music

Laughter’s labyrinth

Meditate on emptiness

Self directed kid

Zen arrow

Talented people hit the target others can’t

Genius hits the target others can’t see

Want

Need

Market light energies

Golden chickens

Silver fish

Lost and confused simple kind locals

Noodle mama mystery buy / sell eye candy

Shuffling teddy bear pajamas sing voice wind

Intersection of Durian fish gold fabric

Blind string man creates haunting music

His daughter leads him by pulling his shirt forward

They wander broken cement market paths

Echo lament notes drift into / through ears

Unconscious ice melts

Dead kind eyes stare at a stranger

Scribbling non-sense data...laughter's memory

Japanese tourists wear black and white cotton elephant pants

Cheaper than ivory tusks

In heavy carry-on emotional baggage

Rain quality

Market energies dance light

Community flow excellence

Relationship b/t you and your experience

Empathy

Fragments

Live a meaningful life

Hunter with optics

Breathe and squeeze

No form or substance

Excellence

Non-duality

Singularity

You are a stream-winner

Raindrops

Samuel Beckett minimal absurdity

Your begging bowl

Wanders floating world

Memory market hum

Her New World Order

t-shirt danced past...a woman with basket of bread, a woman gently slicing then chopping bacon, a woman scaling silver fish, a woman dividing coconuts, an old woman negotiating passages with her begging bowl, a man carrying bananas on his thin back,

a woman fingering REAL notes, lost humans inspecting hope despair laughter and song,

girls doing a pedicure, a woman polishing red apples,

shadows dancing with impermanence,

spoons stabbing ice, glittering silver stars on a headscarf reflect elegant universe

The world is illusion

Just sitting

Experience

One day = one year

One year = one day

 

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Monday
Oct052020

Girl

The girl and her blind father. Music on the street. We met in 2017 and 2020.

Now he plays laments on a broken street hoping foreign eaters will put money in her orange plastic pail.

She positioned him touching the rear of a parked motorcycle for security and trust where he'd be safe.

We made eye contact, she smiled, radiant, older now, taller in a simple blouse, shorts, flip flops, smiling, Thank you.

She moved from table to table. He played a haunting refrain on his simple long neck three-string instrument.

She returned and took the strap from his waist as he played. She led him past hair salons, a closed bookstore, a high end seafood and pepper restaurant, a bar filled with drunk European males.

Music faded in the night.

Canvassing the old market.