so i had an impulse to write.
as a writer i like to share.
and this is the action i put forth.
hope you receive this with an open mind and a clear heart
let me know what you think.
its called The Music.
Enjoy and god bless.

The Music



It's the music that gives me the ability to leave my self behind and free my mind from the structure and the content within that is deeply identified with the illusion that we are not the standard. The delusion that diversity must be put in a box that is labeled standard. Each and everyone of us are made through the suffering and struggle of birth. The contractions of life which must be embraced and not repressed by the guilt of man. The strongest, wisest, and most peaceful beings are the one's who have witnessed within the dream the deepest struggling and suffering.They are always being reborn in one form. Reborn in One form. It's the music that runs through the current of this being that electrifies and shocks this system of breathing and pulsing and pissing and shitting and laughing and crying and dancing and screaming and writing and painting……….and being that I am.

I will never be identified.

I will never have the ability to live life in a square or just inside the lines.

I will never live life with any label and

I will never identify with anyone else's.

It just seems to be the real dysfunction junction .

I have tried many times to conform to the rules of man and play the role that man plays. The game.

The play.

The act.

The role.

The identity of right and wrong. Good or bad. To desire power. To desire materials. To desire perfection. To not embrace Now.

Each time I try to play a role, I fail. Every time I label, I fail. Every time I judge, I fail. Every time I desire the outside, I fail. Every time I am not Here Now, I come really close to being paralyzed by the other, by the You.

The You is identified and the I is not.

Can you see this?

It's not that deep.

It's right on the surface on the peak of it all.

The music gives me the ability to overcome the failure. It is where I find the strength to fly high above the suffering that comes with the struggle of the failure. To observe what it is and that it shall and always will pass.

Inertia. ………………!

The music gives me the talent to rejoice the dissolving identified self.

And we all know we can't take any of these Things, these Identifications, these Forms, with us during the moments of waking up when we are dying.

Maybe next time champ.

It's the music that changes the eyes sight from identifying from the outside in to the inside out.

The songs of philosophers, romantics, lovers, fighters.

Songs of poets, writers, dancers, singers.

Songs from mothers and brothers and sisters in Life.

Songs from God.

Songs that come to us through the awakened heart.

Songs of a present presence.

Songs of true reality.

Songs from an ancient space in this liquid spiral masterpiece of what we identify and label as time.

Songs from Life.

The music that tells us to let go, get naked of your identity and 'Run God's children and Be Free of Your Self!'

Free your mind that keeps you shackled and chained to the egoic structure.

The starving, lonely, miserable, melancholy Demon Head.

Give it the freedom it desires so it can crawl into the deep gritty earth of gravity and allow it to breath in the burning beautiful core of Hell. Give it the power to release the two thousand year old pain.

Allow it to live free and Heal in its home of Hell.

Free your Mind.

Can you hear the music that strums from these things labeled fingertips?

The sound identified as Voice?

I will only call it's presence , Music!

I will always be present in its presence.

What a gift it is.

The past's songs of the children of Jerusalem sending currents of creativity through a modern day 21st century renaissance form.

Songs and songs and songs and the messages moving through observation and sight and joy and laughter and freedom and surrender and love.

The love of it all.

Free,Free,Free!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know that I am not right because that would make it all wrong but all reason is lost when the music is taking over thee.

Do You See…….the music???

I know nothing, I know nothing and I thank God that I know nothing.

Free!

What a merciful God to give me one more day with the music and his songs and another opportunity to get the chords right this day.

What a faithful God to love us unconditionally for just being and loving and singing what he had giving to all of we.

Loving us even when the notes may be to sharp or to flat.

When its out of tune.

What a wonderful God.

Wow, if we could be like God.

Unconditionally.

Imagine that music.

It's the music that gives me the ability to leave my self behind and free my mind from the structure and the content that is deeply identified in the illusion that we must meet some separate stadard. To judge the journey. That is not our purpose. The illusion that diversity must be put in a box. God made all of us so very different and that will always be. So why do we constantly try to find one way of being? What is so desireable about that old labeled standard box? To not live life as an always changing and evolving presence? Sitting in the palm of Christ and healing his wound as an always blooming flower. The most precious stone with different facets and so many different colors when the light shines through it. Just being one feather out of many fallen from the dove's wings into our healer's wounded palms. One now and the diversity of all nows. Each and everyone of us are made through the suffering and struggle of birth. This is truth. The contractions of life which must be embraced and not repressed by the guilt of man. It's the music that runs through the current of this being that electrifies and shocks this system of breathing and pulsing and pissing and shitting and laughing and crying and dancing and screaming and writing and painting and Loving………and being that I am. Music is Life. I love the music therefore I am.

Brothers and Sisters, Don't label me.

Lets just sit and be still and listen to the music.

Listen to Life.