A few nights ago I dusted off from the shelf what we used to call a Chap Book. It contained words written by me from an era in my life shared with many, Headz as they were known. In reminiscing with those Headz I’ve often heard it referred to as “magic times“.
Hope. Revolution. Innocence. Change. Premonition. Turntables. Saxophones. Microphones. Basement House Parties.
A few nights ago those words tucked and hidden in my bookshelf for over a decade were discovered by my 10 year old daughter. Children are different this generation. Their aura is Indigo.
She had me read the words from that era. It clicked. I was good. It came back. It rolled. She laughed. She shook her head in the inevitable way alluding to the upcoming teenage bafflement. But her brown eyes communicated an understanding she didn’t realize the extent of those magic times.
So here it is. An aural archiving for her and descendants. My fear is to record these is to appear to be washed up and reliving a time that can’t come back.
Poetry took a backseat to the realities of life. I will try and change that.
Recently I discovered Snatam Kaur’s rendition of Ray Man Shabad. 15 minutes of conscious changing music. The halfway point captures a feeling of love to pure consciousness and enlightenment. It’s floored me. Further research showed me this beautiful mantra and powerful words.
“The Ray Man Shabad was written by Guru Gobind Singh, the tenth Guru of the Sikhs, who was a master of yoga, a master of poetry, a master warrior, and a master of the Shabad Guru.”
Notes from this post.
Ray man eh bidh jog kamaa-o
Singee saach akapat kanthalaa
Dhi-aan Bibhoot charaa-o
Taatee geho aatam bas kar kee
Bhicchhaa naam adhaarang
Baajay param taar tat har ko
Upajai raag rasaarang
Ughatai taan tarang rang
Gi-aan geet bandhaanang
Chak chak rehay dayv daanav mun
Chhak chhak bayom bivaanang
Aatam upadays bhays sanjam ko
Jaap so ajapaa jaapa
Kaal na kabahoo bayaapai
Oh my mind, practice Yoga in this way: Let Truth be your horn, sincerity your necklace, and meditation the ashes you apply on your body.
Catch your burning soul (self) and stop the flames. Let the soul (self) be the alms bowl in which you collect the sweet Naam and this will be the only support you will ever need.
The Universe plays its divine music. The sound of reality is shrill, but this is where God is.
When you listen to the reality from this place of awareness the sweet essence of Raag arises. Waves of melodies, emotions, and passions arise and flow through you. Bind yourself with the song of God.
The Universe spins like a potter’s wheel and from it fly demons and angels. The sage listens to this and instead of getting caught in either one, the sage drinks the nectar of the heavens and is carried to the heavens in a divine chariot.
Instruct and clothe yourself with self control. Meditate unto infinity until you are meditating without meditating. In this way, your body shall remain forever golden, and death shall never approach you.
The equality of the Buddha’s preaching
is like a rain of a single flavor,
but depending upon the nature of the living being,
the way in which it is received is not uniform,
just as the various plants and trees
each receive the moisture in a different manner.
The Buddha employs this parable
as an expedient means to open up and reveal the matter,
using various kinds of words and phrases
and expounding the single Law,
but in terms of the Buddha wisdom
this is no more than one drop of the ocean.
I rain down the Dharma rain,
filling the whole world,
and this single-flavored Dharma
is practiced by each according to the individual’s power.
It is like those thickets and groves,
medicinal herbs and trees
which, according to whether they are large or small,
bit by bit grow lush and beautiful.
-The Lotus Sutra