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 Continue reading Mother

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Still The World Gently Weeps

 

George HarrisonGeorge 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       Continue reading Still The World Gently Weeps

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. Continue reading Antoine Fats Domino

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. Continue reading Echo’s In The Dark- Words

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. Continue reading Charting The Rainbow

Inside Ludwig

stocksnap_5orw0dpir5_optI 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 Continue reading Inside Ludwig

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

8o4r7w5k3nThe 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”. Continue reading Onward To the Palace of Wisdom- Love, Pt. 1

The Snake and the Lion

lion-wild-africa-africanI 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 Continue reading The Snake and the Lion

Onward To the Palace of Wisdom- Truth

B56661025BIt’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

Living Life on River Time

BCB56D60A5Many summers ago I was sitting on the levee watching the Mississippi, that venerable old man of rivers, as sacred as the Ganges and the Nile, proud and steady with a thousand tales screaming silently to be told. Though I had seen the river hundreds of times, it was during this one particular visit that I perceived it on its own terms. I felt as though I was seeing something observed before but only now fully realized in its own complexion and varied temperament for the first time. Continue reading Living Life on River Time