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A Musing
I woke up this morning
and I mused and pondered.
I thought of yesterday's drama
and what an affect
that I allowed it to have on me.
I thought of the chore's left undone.
I mused a load of laundry and did the dishes.
I pondered at the laugh-ability
of the timing of everything...
then I saw the stars, My stars.
They are out in full force this morning
and I have not yet walked.
There is no need to rush out and back, this morning;
he is home
and the baby will not be left alone.
Interesting, I mused, interesting.
I pondered the idea
that you are just a muse for me.
Then I mused at how the word "just"
is so unjust
to describe what it is that you have done.
I have mused to the stars and back,
I have traveled a road With-In
to a place where there can never again
be a With-Out.
Is this all simply because I looked into your eyes, again?
How many lifetimes
have we peered into each other's eyes
and had the secrets of the Universe revealed to us?
I wonder, I ponder, I muse...
Whatever the timing,
how wrong that I feel it is,
it is absolutely right.
It is right because it was time
to unlock the art that has laid wait With-In me...
I suspect it is time to unlock your art as well.
I have your self-portrait...
I peer into your eyes and I see the Universe still,
even though you are not next to me in body -
You will always Be with me in Spirit.
Now is the time for the Creative Revolution.
It is time and it is necessary.
There is so much at stake
and so much that we all have to bring to this world -
the change -
the change that will occur as the artists band together,
muse together,
Create together.
Through this mode of emoting emotion,
we will change the frequency of All That Is...
that is the nature of this artistic reality.
Now is the Time.
I see us, you with your paintbrush held high in the air,
me with my pen,
both of us wearing black wristbands,
leaders in this Revolution.
Our pen and brush,
swords in the army that we now belong to.
This band of Brothers and Sisters,
moving towards freedom of the bondage of False-Self.
Freedom towards a new world;
a world of flowing words
and pictures
and songs
and music
and sculptures.
A world where people are introduced to Self
by moving from the false self into the Real.
The Real who Feels with all of the intensity of the Universe.
That is what we are Creating.
You, my Muse,
the way out of my worldly prison
into the wordy freedom that awaits.
Anjha
November 17, 2004
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Revolt
Create, to make the Reader Weep with Emotion...
Ya, but that is only part
of this Revolution.
The emotion needs to provoke change.
You know what, man,
we got it wrong a while back.
We tried, really man, we tried.
We thought we'd make a difference,
we stood up against The Man.
We told him "make Love, not war"...
that's what we said man.
We said it loudly.
We protested with signs,
wore flowers in our hair,
clothes that made a statement.
We had sit-ins,
and orgies,
and passed around joints.
We thought we'd bring about peace.
Stand up, you know.
Let 'em all see
that we wouldn't support the war
and all of their corporate policy.
We missed it man,
we missed the chance to change it.
Really.
Some people heard us,
but not enough.
They still play the music that we created,
but not very many people understand those words...
not very many people remember
what it was like to sit in those houses
in San Francisco, Haight-Ashbury.
We wrote many songs...
thought we might change the world with music.
There were some artists too, man.
Yeah, they made some pretty cool shit.
Really, psychedelic, bold.
I see it now though, man.
We were too isolated,
we couldn't reach the masses
in their suits.
We were too far out there.
Now I get it.
"Make Art, Not War."
That is what the New Revolution will do.
Art begets art, so I have been told.
The art has to be across the lines though,
can't just touch one group,
that's where we missed it ya know.
So many greats really tried,
but we were already labeled.
The lost youth.
The drugged hippies.
No one took us seriously, man,
they couldn't see that it was bigger than that,
bigger than us.
I Revolt with you.
I'll write and draw and sing...
people will hear me now.
My hair is cut,
I wear a suit today,
no longer sitting in that house
with 30 other people
passing around the bong in the name of peace.
People will listen now.
Now is the time.
I'm with you man, I'm with you.
Anjha
November 09, 2004
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