“I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all,” -Richard Wright
In an old damp cave or a treasure chest under the sea, scattered amongst pages, worn out pencils and to-do list, I’ve collected fragments of writing without a home, with no prospects in sight. These words are to the point and do not own any lavish pretenses of grandeur. They simply speak their truth as directly as possible, such as the truth a child will convey out of sheer innocence. Continue reading Echo’s In The Dark- Words
And as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fisted rage
No angel born in hell could break that Satan’s spell.
So bye bye Miss American Pie
As rabid dogs and swine are digging a new swamp on hallowed ground
While the goats feed on every word of twitter’s class clown
In Russia, they celebrate for they voted too
And in London and Paris, Berlin and Madrid and all across the pond
They sing ”madman across the water” for me and for you. Continue reading 01/20/17… The Day The Music Died
All parts away for the progress of souls;
All religion, all solid things, arts, governments, all
that was or is apparent upon this globe or any globe,
falls into niches and corners before the procession of
Souls along the grand roads of the universe.
-Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road, Public Domain.
After the seventh sojourn, I see the unborn soul glide through the universe on its way to birth in the tangible realm. Its mannerisms, shadows, Continue reading Consider… The Soul, Vol.1
Our life is a circle that takes us back home, to the essence of innocence, but with the knowledge that living begets… the eternal search for the Grail. – JC
The quest for the meaning of life is that there isn’t meaning; it is the journey, the path, and ultimately the experience of being alive. The experience is groundless and being mindful and joyful in this labyrinth of sorrows is the “trick”, as the Buddha would say.
Still others believe the meaning will avail itself only when every living creäture reaches enlightenment. Thus, the work of the Bodhisattva is not completed until that promised day. Continue reading Onward To the Palace Of Wisdom… Compassion
It’s said that the angels on high are joyous whenever someone turns their back on the everyday mundane 9 to 5 life. That‘s the journey, as Van Morrison sang, “From the dark end of the street to the bright side of the road”. The signs along this path are the inkling of a universe wanting to speak to us. Every turn is a lesson, the winking of an eye, which is contemplated only by those who stay young at heart. Continue reading Onward To the Palace of Wisdom- Truth
All those who wander are not lost. -J.R.R. Tolkien
Go here, go there but don’t just go anywhere. Let it simmer, beg you, trick you into it or call your name in the wind. Then you will know where you need to be so you can ‘be’, as a bird in the sky or a tree in a forest. Erase all doubt from yourself as this is just the sound effects of fear; lose this as you would a bad dream. But even with all your hesitation and wanting certainty, your destiny’s persistent even though the road’s crooked and full of the trickster. In the end, you draw strength from the words of the Buddha, Change your vibration… change your life.” Continue reading The Call
Our Pilgrim recognized the three aphorisms found in the composer’s desk after his passing. They are Egyptian in origin and although all three are similar in meaning… the emphasis was to stress his conviction in the manner in which he lived.
Deciphered from the original Coptic, they translated to: Continue reading The Pilgrim, the Composer, and the Captain
“Change your vibration, change your life.” -The Buddha
After much thought, I have decided to change the name of my blog. Most of you know that I have Parkinson’s Disease and I’ve written numerous post of my experience and will continue to do so from time to time. However, the bulk of what I write is about other subjects that are of equal interest to me. Consequently, I feel a name change is in order so as to reflect the true nature of my site.
The new name will be, An Unexpected Muse with a subtitle of Writing… After Parkinson’s. My web address will remain the same; https://nimbus432.wordpress.com
Thank you for your friendship and support. Best Regards, JC
*Please see my page Parkinson’s Disease for my writings on Parkinson’s.
The big equalizer, sublime, ubiquitous, the only true magic, the sound of God’s presence in the universe, as silent and pervading as the music of the spheres. Beyond space and time, the circumference and the center all in one, synchronicity, every sound under the sun and then some.
Every instrument playing, every voice singing, every poem ever read, every word ever spoken is music to my ears.
Whale song on the ocean, a lone wolf howling under a full moon, cicadas on a summer’s night, bees in the hive, the screech of an owl from the rafters of an old barn, the far off growl of a panther on Alligator Alley, the purr of a kitten, Continue reading Music Is…
*This was written years ago but is just making its debut. For reasons I ‘m not sure of, I just couldn’t bring myself to post it. But now it is time, this is my testament to George who has influenced my life more than I will ever completely know. -JC
“George himself is no mystery. But the mystery inside George is immense. It’s watching him uncover it all, little by little that’s so dam interesting.” -John Lennon
When I learned of George Harrisons’ death on the 29th of November 2001, I felt a lost that begged me to search of myself, just what it was that inspired me about the “quiet Beatle”. Admit it or not, we’re influenced by people of notoriety. The downside is when one feels an affinity for power, wealth, and fame; a false sense of liberation from a life deemed as imperfect, burdensome, or ordinary. The true path of influence is more a mystical alignment, a personal identification with another life lived that reinforces, inspires or opens a door to a new way of thinking; of growing into one’s own skin. We may feel as a student to a teacher who opens up the possibilities of a single star on the horizon to masses of stars in the universe. Continue reading While the World Gentle Weeps