WHAT IS LIFE ?   IT IS

THE FLASH OF A FIREFLY IN THE NIGHT.

IT IS THE BREATH OF A BUFFALO

IN THE WINTER TIME.

IT IS THE LITTLE SHADOW WHICH RUNS

ACROSS THE GRASS

AND LOSES ITSELF IN THE SUNSET.

~  Crowfoot

When the Gods created man they looked for a place to put Soul, so that the outer
Man would not find It except through the toil of searching and growth. Finally, they put Soul in the heart of man, and ever since, man has been looking for, but not finding, the spark of God that he is.

The Wars That You Wage

Can you hear, can you hear,
Can you hear the drums?
The tide of pestilence
Like fever spreads;
The Devil’s hosts
Spew forth like scum,
Their banners soaked
In the blood of the dead!

What good is water
To the cup that’s full?
What good is light
To the eye that’s blind?
What good is wisdom
To the ear stuffed with wool?
What good is reason
To the cruel and unkind?

That frozen waste breeds
Many a dark accord,
When the wine of violence
Makes drunkards of men;
For the memory of summer
Must first be restored,
Before the return
Of the winter wren.

Look to thyself
When the soul’s lost to view,
For the giver of secrets
Speaks to the heart.
And when fate arrives
You’ll know what to do,
To accept in full
What you see now in part.

And so tread lightly
Through plague stricken land,
Where every abscess must
Be cleaned, cut and drained.
For those in distress
Must come to understand,
That illness and disquiet
Are by themselves preordained…

Can you hear, can you hear
Can you hear the drums?
Oceans will rise and
Mountains will fall!
The veil will be lifted
When the time comes,
And the wars that you wage
End once and for all.

06 03 2025

“Jambalaya (On the Bayou)” by Jhon Fogerty

Artist: Alan
Song: Kuon no Kawa

Lyrics: Matsui Goro
Music: Iwashiro Taro

“Already, the sound of the wind
Echoes there
Yes, everyone
Sows a new seed
An old poem is spoken
In the ruins of that cliff
Oh waves
Smashing the shore
What are you still
Lamenting?

The names
Of those who have left
Shall never vanish
If I embrace
And accept
My sorrow now

The light will shine again
Beyond my tears
I’ll let my heart flow
With the vast river’s current
Even if it’s all a dream
Like the moon dancing on the water
I can live my life
No matter what happens

Maybe one day
My pain
Will be rewarded with love

Please tell me
Why is strife a way of life?
Please answer me
This bond asks the question
Though the same sky is everywhere
Sometimes the clouds are wounded
And call forth rain

Until the light shines again
Beyond my tears
I’ll let my heart flow
With the vast river’s current
Even if it’s all a dream
Like the moon dancing on the water
I’ll live my life
On this distant path”

Around the beggar from Luossa, sat all the people in a ring, and at the campfire they heard his song. About beggars and road-men and about wonderful things, and about his longing he sang All Night Long:

“There is something beyond the mountains, beyond the flowers and the song, there is something beyond the stars, beyond my feverish heart. ‘Hear’ something whispers and entices me and prays: Come to us, for this earth is not your kingdom.

I have listened to the quiet waves against the beach, about the rest of the wildest seas I have dreamed. And in the spirit have I hastened towards the formless land, where the dearest we knew will be forgotten.

To a wild and eternal longing we were born of mothers pale, from the birth pains of a troubled mind rose our first wailing sound. We were thrown on mountains and plains to tumble about and play, and we played moose and lion, butterfly, beggar and god.

I sat quietly by her side, she whose heart was like mine, with gentle hands she tenderly tended to our nest, I heard my heart cry out, what you own is not yours, and I was carried away by the spirit to get rest.

What I love, it is beyond and hidden in the dark distance, and my right path is high and wonderful. In the midst of the uproar I am enticed to pray before the Lord: ‘Take all the earth away, I want to own what no one, no one has!’

Follow me, Brother, Beyond the mountains, by the still cool rivers, where all the sea slowly falls asleep within the mountain bed. Somewhere beyond heaven is my home, I have my mother, in the midst of gold-covered mists in a rose mantle dressed.

May the black salty water cool the cheeks feverishly red, may we be miles from life before the morning has dawned Out of this world was I, and infinite tribulation I suffered for my worry, unbelief, and the sake of my burning love.

At a seashell-studded Seashore, stands a gate of heavy roses, there the decayed ship wrecks and the tired men get rest. Never before heard loud songs like the echoes of violins sing under the vault where eternally young children of bliss dwell.»

–   Dan Andersson

“Jurm-E-Ulfat Pe” is a gem of a song penned by Sahir Ludhianvi for the movie Taj Mahal (1963). This classic movie narrates the love story between Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal. Ludhianvi’s heart-wrenching lyrics combined with Roshan’s beautiful music and Lata’s magical voice with the graceful portrayal of Mumtaz Mahal on screen makes this song a truly memorable masterpiece. https://youtu.be/VqhV7191zuQ?si=txfBF1us3x8Z-eYc

People now punish me for the crime of love.  Oh, how naive they are to fan the flames of love

Those in love can never extinguish their love.  Even if it costs their life, they will keep their love

You weigh hearts on the scales of wealth.   I can only give in return love, with love

What is this throne, these jewels to me.  They sacrifice even their divinity, those in love

I have already given my heart.  I have already taken the vow of fidelity.  Go ahead and punish me as you now fancy.  Punish me for the crime of falling in love

Who Wants To Live Forever
By Queen

There’s no time for us
There’s no place for us
What is this thing that builds our dreams, yet slips away from us

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever
Oh ooo oh
There’s no chance for us
It’s all decided for us
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever
Ooh
Who dares to love forever
Oh oo woh, when love must die

But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today

Who wants to live forever
Who wants to live forever
Forever is our today
Who waits forever anyway?

Once upon a time
In the distant future
A moment when I am happy

When
Time melted together
I lost my ballast

I sat still
Thoughtlessly
And lived

Luckily
Can I go back to this
When time runs out again

WHY CLING

Why cling to one life

till it is soiled and ragged?

The sun dies and dies

squandering a hundred lives

every instant

God has decreed life for you

and He will give

another and another and another

(translated by Daniel Liebert)

Mathnawi V. 411-414

Katie Melua sings “I will be there”

“She is like the lady down the road
Or just the woman up the street
Like any mother you may know
To me, she is the one who had it planned
To lead us all to Wonderland
She always wanted us to go

And she said
Don’t ever be lonely
Remember, I’ll always care
Wherever you may be
Remember I will be there

And like another lady that we know
She has a smile so bright and sweet
And hair as white as driven snow
Though life is never easy day to day
She has a very special way
To make us smile when we are low

And she says
Don’t ever be lonely
Remember, I’ll always care
Wherever you may be
Remember I will be there

Don’t ever be lonely
Remember, I will be there
I will be there
I will be there”

“Rangiye diye jao jao” A song of Rabindranath Tagore

A Translation:

Paint my soul, O dear, before you are gone,

With your own colours, with your secret tone,

Bright colours of your youth, pale colours of your tears,

May your colours paint my soul and adorn my deeds,

Like the tip flames on the evening lamp this wakeful night adorns,

Awaken me, O dear, before you move on,

Let my nerves tingle by the sway of your feet,

Like the stars spring to life in the cradle of dark sky,

Like the fountains that springs in dark caves,

Like the rumbling thunder that arises in dark clouds,

Like the rhythms that arise to the dance eternal,

Likewise, sway me, thrust me ahead in my path before you are gone,

Diminishing all obligations and agonies as I move on.

Katie Melua, never heard of her before. Beautiful piece. Thanks for posting Mr. Cost

Lucia Popp sings Rusalka (Song to the Moon)

By the Czech composer Antonín Dvořák

Song to the Moon

O, moon, up in the deep sky,
Your light sees distant places,
You travel round the wide world,
You look into people’s houses.
You travel round the wide world,
You look into people’s houses.

O, moon, stay for a moment,
Tell me, o, tell me where is my love!
O, moon, stay for a moment,
Tell me, o, tell me where is my love!

Tell him please, silver moon in the sky,
That I embrace him,
That he should for at least a while,
Remember his dreams!
That he should for at least a while,
Remember his dreams!

Light up his distant place,
Tell him, oh, tell him who waits here!
Light up his distant place,
Tell him, oh, tell him who waits here!

If he dreams of me,
May this memory waken him!

O, moon, don’t disappear,
Don’t go !

Kensington performs “Sorry”

“Sorry for the road that I won’t take
For the words that I won’t say
For the love that I won’t give

Sorry for the heart that I won’t show
For the lengths that I won’t go
For the life that you won’t live

Sorry that I opened up my arms
You would never reach in time
Before they closed again

You will forget
And I won’t remember it
When all I ever did was race in circles
You will forget
And all there’s left will be
A faded memory
A dream you woke up from

Sorry for the oath that I won’t take
For the vows that I will break
For the role that I won’t play

Sorry that I’m raising up my walls
And whenever you reached over
You are thrown back to the start

You will forget
And I won’t remember it
When all I ever did was race in circles
You will forget
And all there’s left will be
A faded memory
A dream you woke up from

The colour I would bring to ending up again
Opening darkness I wanted to hold you back from
From the colour I would bring to ending up again
Opening darkness I wanted to hold you back

You will forget
And I won’t remember it
When all I ever did was race in circles
You will forget
And all there’s left will be
A faded memory
A dream you woke up from”

(Personal note: It’s such a pity that frontman Eloi Youssef left the Kensington band in 2022.)

Always songs, poetry and tidbits for the soul.

Let me contribute one time as time is short for me. I’ll bring something about taste.

I usually buy veggies and fruit very locally, and pears are not local here. But where I grew up, they were local, with apricots, all kinds of peaches and such other stone fruits. So, last time I was at the supermarket, I picked up two pears .. not fancy pears, just ordinary green colored ones, but they looked so beautiful. As time always presses, these two pears ended up in the bottom of the fruit tray in the fridge. And tonight, I discovered them again .. Oh my God! I forgot about these two pears!

So of course, I took them out, washed quickly and cut up. And again, Oh My God! I bit into a slice and the sweet juice just literally overcame the space in my mouth and jumped out of that piece of fruit, so it ran down my chin – a glorious and messy thing! A lady person should not eat like that.

It was music, a poem, and a sinfully juicy and delicious taste — these two forgotten pears that I do not usually buy because they are not a thing at our local street greengrocer vendors.

And then, when I was still licking, an email arrived out of Hanoi ..can you even believe it .. a thank-you email for something that was done. And all I could think of was .. do they have pears in Hanoi? And the world seemed small for that moment.

Bless you Amarynth ! What a delightful ‘tidbit’… made my heart smile…

Happy Nowruz, it is a time of renewal and hope for a better future.

My Name is Palestine
A voice cries out in the wilderness  I hear her call – but I don’t know her name  The voice cries again in the wilderness. My name is Palestine – I will remain

She’s holding a flag – so very high Raises her voice with such a strong cry She’s a symbol of a people who refuse to die Says “My name is Palestine I will survive”

CHORUS I will survive – I will survive. My name is Palestine – I will survive. I will remain – I will remain My name is Palestine – I will remain

The forces of darkness – can’t extinguish the flame Of the freedom in your eyes and the love you retain These are more powerful than the weapons of war With their terror and lies – but you bring something more

All across Palestine they’ve had enough Of killing and wounding from Israeli guns They want no more occupation, no more siege, No more brutality – they just want peace

CHORUS: I will survive – I will survive

Make a road in the desert for a new dawn to come  Make a road in the desert for equality to bloom Make a road in the desert for human rights to come. Make a road in the desert…for freedom to come.

It’s a place they’ve tried to make disappear It’s a people they’ve tried to make you fear But the welcome they give you – always means Palestine gets under your skin

Chorus : I will survive – I will survive …

Make a road in the desert for a new dawn to come Make a road in the desert for equality to bloom Make a road in the desert for human rights to come Make a road in the desert…for freedom to come

She’s holding the flag – so very high Raises her voice with such a strong cry A symbol of a people who refuse to die Says “My name is Palestine I will survive” “My name is Palestine I will survive”

The Breath of God

the breath of God, should
It touch our dreams, begins
Soul’s transformation

assembling Its destiny,
Soul walks on hallowed ground
each minute of the day!

from endless possibilities;
Soul creates Its reality through living
Its wish fulfilled

Soul must sacrifice
the state of self-interest, in order
to grow spiritually

true humility
is a servant of God,
not of self

The Same Moonlight

When did my childhood friends leave far from me?
When did the people close to me become unfamiliar?
The squeeze of the crowd widened our distance
A deserted land
Quietly weeps into the night.

Pray tell, pray tell,
Did we change the world,
or did the world change me and you?
Pray tell, pray tell,
Did we change the world,
or did the world change me and you?

The same moonlight still shines on Xindian Creek
The same winter still falls with ice-cold rain
The same dust still collects in the wind
The same smiles, the same tears.
The same days, the same you and me.
The same smiles, the same tears.
The same days, the same you and me.

When did the frogs’ croaking and cicadas’ chirping become a memory?
When did our hometowns become this crowded?
High rise buildings tower all over
Rainbows of neon have tarnished the night sky

Pray tell, pray tell
Did we change the world,
or did the world change me and you?
Pray tell, pray tell,
Did we change the world,
or did the world change me and you?

The same smiles, the same tears.
The same days, the same you and me.
The same smiles, the same tears.
The same days, the same you and me.
The same smiles, the same tears.
The same days, the same you and me.

Gigliola Cinquetti sings ‘Giovane vecchio cuore‘

Young old heart

Maybe I’ll end up like this
a woman alone in a restaurant
me, who have loved few and known so many
that even now my memory breaks
and my heart stops too
thinking about how good of a scent
is a skin that smells good

Maybe I’ll end up like this
but I can’t know for sure
maybe I’ll end up like this

Maybe I’ll end up like this
or maybe I won’t even have time to age
just to almost forget
what I was looking for
maybe it was something beautiful
that left in an hour
and it’s strange, really strange to say this now
while I’m still searching for it

Maybe I’ll end up like this
but I can’t know for sure
maybe I’ll end up like this

I am facing it, the time
that moves quick on the outside and slowly within me
despite all the damages it has caused
it couldn’t take away my smile
it couldn’t choose in my stead

If it lay its hands on me
it did it painlessly
I understand you and I won’t betray you
poor silly young old heart

I hide you deep inside of me
poor silly young old heart
’cause when I won’t be here anymore
crumpling these clothes
I’ll be gone like this
like I’m still seventeen

Maybe I’ll end up like this
sitting on a step of the stairs, resting
as always thinking to myself
that it all was rigged and that’s not fair
and with which funny flip will I know
if it has been a journey or just a trip?
But until then I’ll be there
because there’s life

Maybe I’ll end up like this
but I can’t know for sure
maybe I’ll end up like this
so then, let’s wait and see

CRAZY

The world is crazy.
Many people are crazy.
The word crazy is crazy.
Crazy is the new normal.
Just play along being crazy.
You will like it, crazy bastard.
Let’s be happy, nothing crazy here.
Everything is normal now, just breathe.

Prince feat CeeLo Green performs ‘Crazy‘ from Gnarls Barkley

“I remember when
I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place
Even your emotions have an echo in so much space

And when you’re out there without care
Yeah, I was out of touch
But it wasn’t because I didn’t know enough
I just knew too much, hm

Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Does that make me crazy?
Possibly

And I hope that you are having the time of your life
But think twice, that’s my only advice, mm
Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you
Who do you think you are?
Ha-ha-ha, bless your soul
You really think you’re in control, well

I think you’re crazy
I think you’re crazy
I think you’re crazy
Just like me

My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on the limb
And all I remember is thinking “I want to be like them”

Ever since I was little
Ever since I was little, it looked like fun
And it’s no coincidence I’ve come
And I can die when I’m done

But maybe I’m crazy
Maybe you’re crazy
Maybe we’re crazy
Probably”

I love Kahlil Gibran and the world should thank him because this is one of the best poems ever written. Pure wisdom.

On Children

“Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.”

Another version:

Translation of lyrics of the Russian folk song “Luchina, luchinushka berezovaya”:  https://text-pesni-perevod.ru/lyudmila_zykina/luchinushka/

In 2007, Sinéad O’Connor sang ‘A New Born Child,’ the song from Gilles De Maistre’s film ‘The First Cry.’

Music by Armand Amar

“Just as two breaths become one breath
As two whispers become a cry
Miracle before us lies
The glory of a new-born child

These half-closed eyes already see
Looking without looking within
A testament of truth before, before our eyes
The glory of a new-born child

This place, where life’s long path begins
If they be princes, queens, or kings
Laid helpless here at mother’s side
The glory of a new-born child”

“Nitol Paye Rinik Jhinik”

Lyrics translation:  https://www.indilyrics.in/2019/01/nitol-paye-prem-amar-2-song-lyrics-english-translation-real-meaning.html?m=1

The penguins strike back !

Oh boy .. what a damn bellowing sheep. This is the easter singer for the white house.  Oh I cannot stand it … It hurts. Down the sound on the headphones.

https://t.me/rtnews/91512

Oh dear .. who wrote that piece of schmaltz

Let’s fix it.

and again – let the dead guys have fun with that little fluffy aria.

Why do they even have to steal this aria? They steal everything. Why did they not just choose the traditional Jerusalem and found a tenor to sing it, instead of a sheep!

The Crow’s Lullaby

“Mother crow, mother crow, why do you squawk so?
There’s no mistaking your fear, your torment and woe,
As I walk on by, way down here below;
Mother crow, mother crow, why do you squawk so?”

“Upon yonder mountain,” the mother crow sings;
“I’ve seven cute children, behold my old nest;
Good babies with big round eyes filled with zest,
Upon yonder mountain,” the mother crow sings.

“My wings are worn ragged, my beak torn to shreds,
Seeking morsels in the shallows of the old river bed,
‘Neath the beech and the oak just to keep each one fed,
My wings are worn ragged, my beak torn to shreds!”

“Ne’er a moment of rest or a sliver of peace.
If e’er I should find myself dispossessed,
Of the ones that I loved, of the ones I’ve been blessed;
Ne’er a moment of rest or a sliver of peace!

What will I do when the raging storm breaks,
When the wild winds they blow, and the floodwaters churn?
Should my children be taken and never return;
What will I do when the raging storm breaks?

And where will I go, how will I hide,
From the hawk on the high wind and the silent winged owl;
How will I protect them from hunters on the prowl,
Where will I go, and how will I hide?”

“Upon yonder mountain,” the mother crow sings;
“My round eyed good babies all seven you’ll see,
You’ll then understand what it means to be me,
Upon yonder mountain!” the mother crow sings.

“Mother crow, mother crow, how you squawk so,
There’s no mistaking your fear, your torment and woe.
I now understand, way down here below…
Mother crow, mother crow, why you squawk so!”

18 04 2025

Based on “The Crow’s Lullaby” (or sometimes “Nanatsu no Ko”), a Japanese children’s song that tells  the story of a mother crow’s concerns for her seven children.

Russian Orthodox Easter
https://yandex.com/video/preview/12396225652816104770

Happy Easter !

Check this guy out – Jacob Collier – making an orchestra play on the run. You need a little time to watch cause he sings it together note by note!

The Endless Journey

the dust of mortal man
fertilises the fields of earth,
but Soul lives on forever

the most direct,
yet most fulfilling path
to the Kingdom of God is love

love is holy and he
who receives it must return this
holy gift to all of life

whoever seeks God
with a pure heart
shall find Him

love is the
beginning and ending
of all things

Soul moves from ignorance
to the highest realisation of God

he who ventures into the uncharted
regions of God finds it to be
an endless journey

A song from “Doctor Zhivago” by Boris Pasternak:

As a hare was running about the wide world,

About the wide world, over the white snow,

He ran, the lop-eared hare, past a rowan tree,

Past a rowan tree and complained to her :

Have I not, I–lop-eared hare, a timorous heart,

Frightened of the wild beast’s tracks,

The wild beast’s tracks, the wild wolf’s hungry belly.

Pity me, O rowan bush ! O fair rowan tree!

Do not give thy beauty to the wicked enemy,

The wicked enemy, the wicked raven.

Scatter thy red berries to the wind,

Scatter them in handfuls to the wind, and let it carry them

Over the wide world, over the white snow.

Fling them, roll them to my native town,

To the far end of the street, the last house,

The last house in the street, the last window, the room

Where she hides in hermit solitude,

My dear, my longed for love.

Whisper to my grieving love, my bride,

A warm, an ardent word.

I, a soldier, languish in captivity,

Homesick, I–poor soldier, kept in foreign parts.

I’ll escape out of my bitter durance,

I will go to my red berry, my fair love.

Fly on the wings of the win “Uletaj na kryl’jach vetra” (Fly on the wings of the wind) https://youtu.be/91DqNaY2-lg?si=Z2UndW-AMxSZk23J

(Soprano)

Fly away on the wings of wind

To the homeland, my dear song,

To the land where we can sing freely,

Where it was so carefree for you and me.

(Altos)

Where the air is full of delight under the sultry sky,

There mountains dream in the clouds listening to the sea.

(Soprano)

There the sun shines so bright,

And dear mountains are luminous with its light,

Roses flourish in valleys,

And nightingales sing in green forests…

Sing in forests…

(Altos)

There the sun is so bright…

There a rose blooms…

And sweet grapes grow…

(Soprano)

There it is more carefree for you, song…

(Altos)

So fly away there!

https://www.letras.com/dance-dance-revolution/549660/english.html

Zhuravli (Cranes) by Dmitri Hvorostovsky https://youtu.be/JTjPbkd_UlY?si=3i8VQoqs2riNg_Ds Zhuravli (Cranes) by Dmitri Hvorostovsky

It sometimes seems me

that the soldiers

Who didn’t return from

the bloody battlefields,

Did not lay down

into our earth long ago,

But turned into white cranes.

From those distant times,

they until now

Still fly and send

their calls to us.

Isn’t that why so often

and so sorrowfully

We become silent

when looking at the sky?

Across the sky flies,

flies the tired formation,

Flies in the fog

at the end of the day.

And in that array,

there is a small gap —

Maybe that is the place for me.

The day will come,

when with the flock of cranes

I’ll also float in such

a bluish-grey haze.

Calling from beneath the sky

as a bird

All you, who I left behind

on the earth.

It sometimes seems to me,

that the soldiers

Who didn’t return from the bloody battlefields,

Did not lay down

into our earth long ago,

But turned into white cranes.

https://lyricstranslate.com/en/zhuravli-cranes.html-0

Like clouds in the sky,

So thoughts change their light and shape in us,

What we love today, tomorrow we despise.

— W. Küchelbecker

Please accept my warmest and most sincere congratulations on this great holiday – Happy Victory Day! 🩷

when dawn breaks
and the sky clears,
the dust of the past rises,
then slowly falls away…

The Blind Bird

Lo and behold, what do we have here?
A bird on a branch, and that, so near!
O’ bird, o’ bird, why do you not fear?
O’ bird, o’ bird, what brought you here?

’Twas then the bird turned, and looked straight at me,
’Twas then that I realised the bird could not see!
And yet it did speak, and most eloquently,
With the strangest and most compelling melody!

It sang for an hour, or was it day?
In a language unknown, from some land far away;
And all that it told and sought to convey,
Poured into my heart as it held me there, sway!

Now, down through the years with that bird long gone,
I’ve come to understand the meaning of its song;
How when lightning struck and rendered it blind,
That creature had to leave the world behind!

It had to uncover a new way to be,
It had to discover a new way to see.
How to move through this world, yet still remain free
To depend on its instincts and so foresee!

It had had to rely on some deep inner sense,
It had had to avoid endless nonsense.
It had had to let go of past and future tense,
To dwell in the moment and never sit on the fence!

Now at times throughout my mundane day,
Strains of that song with my senses do play;
Pulling at my heart, it says, “Don’t delay!”
It soothes my poor mind, my fears to allay!

Sometimes I wake in the dead of black night,
And find myself back in that land of clear sight;
I shake off my sleep, and surrender my plight,
And in these bright moments… all things are made right!

24 05 2025

I just saw it at SmoothieX12 and love it.

Luke Million celebrating International Synthesizer Day at SynthTemple.

Recreating The Chase by Giorgio Moroder.

Talking to DeepSeek about Swami Nikhilananda’s Upanishads, I got this text at the end:

“When I searched for God, I found myself.
When I found myself, I disappeared.
What remained was no answer –
but a silence that ate all questions.”

“The end of longing for an explanation. Now all that remains is: to be.”

It leaves me silent for a moment. And moved.

Peace and blessings to one and all to visit here. Poetry and music..balsam for the soul

The Road of Farewells

widow’s braid,
three feet and counting-
lopped off at the root!

winter sea,
white waves breaking against black cliffs;
the road of farewells

flickering,
the last glimmer of a dying lamp;
the mortal self

these last hours,
and everything that transpires;
a blank page

a living stillness,
watching the world as if from
a distant star…

Yes, if only cronetoo…thanks for you kind words. America where you will find the best and the worst…Wynton belongs to the former. Here he tells us how the rhythm section swings;

Today Brain Wilson who wrote most of the Beach Boys songs died at the ripe old age of 82.  I was never a Beach boys fan but the tunes were lively and fun and of course we know all of them. They were really the only US band who rivalled the Beatles.  My mind went to California, California Dreaming, California Girls, riots and a time when things really seemed more simple.  Yes, I know what was behind there, but it seemed simple.  I went to look for some Beach Boys tunes and as things go, came across the story of Guns ‘n Roses, November Rain.  (Liked Guns ‘n Roses much more than the Beach Boys but death was always close in that world where the drugs defined the music).

Say a cheers to Brian Wilson: https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/crmkyn981zvo

November Rain was one of the greatest Rock Ballads ever and the first music video to hit 1 Billion views – YouTube was the only video streaming app that was alive at the time.

Who was it who said that the US should have continued playing music instead of making war.

Enjoy the story.

I like this guy pretty much and now he came up with this:

Yeah, I don’t like rap. But I do like disco, house and beyond. The beat. But here there is a visual treat too: Anyma

Soon part 4 of my journey through music. Here’s something from Jane Zhang in advance, here with Gloria Tang Sze-wing.

They say that the collapse of Iran,

was seen from Telegram.

Looking at scenes from Tehran,

they’re celebrating victory in Iran.

Don’t know if you think it’s art, but this makes me very happy and I think this teacher is an artist.