People use art in various ways. To represent the world around them, as an expression of their inner world, to make social political statements, to make something more appealing to the eye. But most significantly humans have used art as a wordless language of symbol.
The Japanese themselves – despite the fact that most of them “feel” wabi-sabi and can indicate examples of it – find it hard to provide an exact definition.
Flowing bolts like angel cloth and thunder
like streams of rippling light, glistening torrents,
untied and undone, so lovely streaming out
like endless prayer flags.
You brought to me your love and affectionate laughter But with it you gave me your pain Your suffering, frustration Your jealousy mind games played… Read More »NOBODY SEES
The soft and gentle voice of little Michael Jackson with the Jackson 5 reminds us of the pleasure of being happy while listening to the beautifully touching song “Happy” from Motown 1973. But at the same time it makes us feel doubtful whether we are really happy or not.
What inglorious time did provoke my fall,
That joys are confined and cheerless soul,
Now cries for retreat to merry lands,
Could someone drag those praying hands.
In the cosmological portraiture that is music, the music of the spheres, the basic laws true in every octave of the creation, a sphere of forces, places and relationships come into being and can be perceived, like a cell, a flock of birds, a setting in nature.
“Upset the established order and everything becomes chaos.” – Heath Ledger as Joker.
Happiness is the definition of a good life containing freedom from suffering, and the enjoyment of well-being, joy, prosperity and pleasure. Defining happiness can seem as elusive as achieving it. We want to be happy, and we can say whether we are or not, but can it really be defined, studied and measured? –By teen writer Josh Buckingham.
This poem about Krishna and Arjuna mainly advocates one taste, not going into opposition, the duality of good and evil. It’s also about fearlessness, hearing ones own heart and intuition, when one sees how things are. A poem by Jacek Dziubiński.
We are the Scarlet Women. Some called sluts and whores. We are emanations of Divine Mother, forced deep into the subconscious. Forced out of fear.
This track was inspired by the life-changing book by Yamamoto Tsunetomo about The Way Of The Samurai. It is a reflective piece trying to evoke the place, mentality and spirit of myself during that impressionable age and how the book radically changed me.
To develop into a healthy and happy human being, we need to be supported by family and friends, allowed space to breathe, take risks, survive disappointment and develop in a natural way, learning how to be unaffected by the negativity of life and to cope with disappointment and failure.
Someone (but who?) shakes up the jar like Poseidon Toying with waves and fish Us, that is, Who are plunged in the pliant core of… Read More »FISH
Poetry about the tantric view of the five elements that make up our natural landscape—earth, water, air, fire, and space—as divine in their pure nature. These elements combine on multiple levels to form the endless displays we call life.
In a void, free from space and time, a subtle whisper appeared, or actually a rustle. It rustled so for a while, until it felt uneasy.
– It’s so strange, rustling coming out of nothing – it thought. And to justify its presence it created leaves for itself.
A song to raise positive conditions. Among all the beliefs people may have about why some prosper and some don’t, the Indian master Padmasambhava taught that we can create prosperity. It starts in our minds, in our ability to imagine combined with boundless kindness.
Here is a song I wrote for everyone who is a rainbow child at heart and longs for more peace, love and understanding.
We will all experience the Persephone archetype of renewal at some point during our lives and most certainly during our death and rebirth. Typically we are blind sided by her arrival. Sometimes our abduction by Hades is so subtle we don’t even realize it’s happened until the pressure nearly breaks us, like frogs in water over a flame.
