///////////////////There Was To Be A Wedding

“Go on and break you crazy heart” -Hank Williams 

It seems like ages since I lived this one particular life and year after year it grew a little fainter leveling parts of my soul in total darkness. But always with lessons in tow,  This should have been a day of joy and happiness… a celebration; but I chose not to attend and thus ruined the party for all concerned. Well, maybe not all concerned as some were glad the party didn’t take place at all and for them that was the real party.

But what do I feel and doesn’t it count for anything? That little intuition inside me kept saying, “no way, you can’t go through with this” even though I fought it tooth and nail out of fear that I was destroying a life. Better to ruin my life than another. Isn’t that the chivalrous thing to do?

What nonsense, cried our Pilgrim. Be true to thyself and that will bring you to a higher truth. Hide behind erroneous thinking and that will leave us as a naysayer of depressed energy longing for a life it thought it knew.

Yes, whispered the heart, fingers crossed, bowing slightly to the head. Likewise exclaimed the head winking back to the heart.

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The Divine Fool

It’s the same story except the names change… Qais whose name means “falls in love” does exactly that except this time its with the moon princess, Laila, whose name means “sweetheart”.

Sadly her father marries her to another man. Qais love is so obsessive, that he’s deemed insane and forbidden from seeing his beloved Laila in the flesh again. Thus he sees her in everything else. Qais roams the streets known only as Majnu, which in Persian means, “love stricken, possessed, madness, a lunatic”. And as in all matters of  the heart, as  such to go the way of the foolish and where they rush to in accordance with the one true Source, a straighter course than one who has too much pulling on the heart. 

Thus the fool, the simpleton, who is one sighted in love; and therefore blessed in his foolishness, is given to Divine vision; for his wisdom is direct and not diminished by the many facets of the mind. For to have too much levied against the heart leads to indecision which is worse than to not have loved at all. His simple direct desire for his beloved is strong even in the face of failure or tragedy.

To go the way of the foolish and where they rush to in accordance with the one true Source, a straighter course than one who has too much pulling on the heart. -Ganjavi (Persia)

“If you do not love too much, you do not love enough.”
-Pascal  

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Mother

“Words used in different form and measure tell the story of our lives. Such stories conjunct other stories creating a collective story, word for word. When perfected, and connected, they sound of music playing in perfect harmony. They dance to the rhythm of meter and time on the road to meaning and understanding.” -jc

Still The World Gently Weeps

 

George Harrison, if he'd have lived would be 75 years old as of February 25th... So in keeping with this celebration of his life and music, I am posting again my essay entitled Still The World Gently Weeps... 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 damn interesting.” -John Lennon      

Antoine Fats Domino

You have to just stop and raise your hands to the sky and wonder what’s going on? A few weeks ago we lost Tom Petty and now it’s personal, someone from home. Many thought Katrina got to him at his home in the lower ninth ward, but he is rescued… thank God he didn’t go down in that way.

Echo’s In The Dark- Words

“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.

Charting The Rainbow

“You live that you may learn love. You love that you may learn to live. No other lesson is required of man.”
–Mirad

One soul connects to another. But the longing which the cerebral mind intended may end up being completely different from what it originally sought, for the soul requires and demands something more, so our longing evolves laced with these core request. Love born just of passion will fade. As love born to reconnect to the image of a life long dead may resurrect the past, but not create the bridge to our true self, thus depriving the soul of its initial search.

Inside Ludwig

I love listening to Beethoven. His 6th Symphony, The Pastoral is like the mind together with the heart and soul on a holiday out into the countryside on a summer day. Equally moving is the second movement of the 7th Symphony. The opening segment reminds me of a dirge which subtly builds upon itself into streaming lights of resolve and

Onward To the Palace of Wisdom- Love, Pt. 1

The Divine Fool  Laila and Majnu (Qais) -Ganjavi (Persia) 
Qais falls in love with the moon princess, Laila whose name means sweetheart. Sadly her father marries her to another man. Qais love is so obsessive that he’s deemed insane and forbidden from seeing his beloved Laila in the flesh again. Thus he sees her in everything else. Qais roams the streets known only as Majnu, which in Persian means, “love stricken, possessed, madness, a lunatic”.

The Snake and the Lion

I was gazing intently in the direction of a screen door in the kitchen of a rustic house; observing, as though I were a sentinel on duty, the backyard enclosed by a tall white fence. The house seemed unfamiliar but at the same time, something deep inside told me I knew this place. Outside stood an old wooden barrel with rusted bands wrapped around its girth, similar to the kind used to age whiskey. Looking inside I discerned that vertically it was about 3’ above ground with another 3’ buried in the ground and 3′ in width, and  it was empty. Abruptly, as if on cue, the barrel began to fill with water. As the water’s surface reached the top rim, I unexpectedly heard a sound coming from within the barrel. I caught sight of a snake, waking from