Time in such abundance And still so scarce for many In their outer existence here Where things start and end While in the very heart of all There is a source of sound The column of brilliant light That can be seen and heard When in the quiet and calm This point of inner harmony Spilling over into the outer To be shared in the world As a healing balm of love. Who are you? Who am I? Unfold consciousness as soul Open the window and the door Breath in the fresh, cool air Come on outside and play Beyond inviting things in Jump in the river so free A current of life and love That carries you — and all Whether seeing oneself In a box or in a sphere You can hatch out well Discard limiting angles Embrace spirit, the divine Most of all, be embraced In life and love here now!
“Ophiuchus” — the serpent bearer
ReachMix — frettedvichitra veena, tanpura, large gong — 10:00
“Come” said the tortoise with time in such abundance…
There is a very big secret. All humans know it, All have part in it, But hardly anyone Ever thinks about it. This secret is time.
Wo bischt? Was machischt? Wi geit’s dier? Chusch mit Ufnes Reisli Chaisch losla Jeda Horizont U nüui finde Wi no nie Um ging umhi Hie aazcho Wi due bischt Wär halt so Wenn u wo Hie u da Willkomme Due un iech Är, äs u alli Eifach zäme Ufme Reisli Vo Wort Ton u Klang Zum Gniesse Entschpane U Beläbe Im Bewusstsi Wo wier si I Dankbarkeit U Liebi.
Where are you? What do you do? How are you doing? Do you come along On a little journey Can you let go Every horizon Find new ones Like never before Again and again Arrive right here Just as you are Yourself for real When and where Here and now Welcome all You and I Him, her, and all Simply together On a journey Of words And sound Enjoy, relish Relax, let go Revitalize life In consciousness Where we are In gratitude And love.
“Wo bischt? — Où es-tu ? — Dove sei? — Where are you? — Wo bist du?”
Swiss, English, French, Italian, German — spoken word — 4:50
Words of wisdom — where are you?
“No matter how the system of representation, or delegation, of [a] religious system is arranged, there is necessarily an alienation of the liberty and freedom of individual souls. All religions use bodies, minds, and souls, for without exception the ways they seek for power are varieties of absolutism.”
— The Shariyat-Ki-Sugmad, book one, chapter 9, Paul Twitchell
Way sign without inscription pointing in similar but different directions? — May 2023 — Chanhssen, MN
Concepts can set the tone Show what one knows And also then what not Finally it’s experience That forms the world Individually to start Collectively at last Sustainable as aim Beyond plain survival Not of just the fittest But more cooperation Indeed counts the most To balance and restore What is necessary now For silence and harmony Can calm every upheaval Though seems impossible Indeed there’s always a way In life together and in love In spite, or even because All strife and all the wars Competition’s so useless When compared right on While working together With relative harmony To balance the scales Can live out each fate And enjoy the moment.
“Future past lives” — a heartfelt blues memory revived
Concepts, columns of light and sound can set the tone
“The column of light shining down from the center of the dome was not only visible — Momo now began to hear it, too! At first it was like a roar, as of the wind heard far away in the tops of the trees. But then the roar became more powerful, until it resembled that of a waterfall or the thunder of ocean waves against a rocky shore. And Momo heard more and more clearly that this roar consisted of innumerable sounds, which constantly rearranged themselves among themselves, changed and constantly formed other harmonies. It was music and yet at the same time it was something completely different. And suddenly Momo recognized it. It was the music she had sometimes heard softly and as if from afar, listening to the silence under the twinkling starry sky.”
— Momo, the strange story of time thieves and the child who returned the stolen time to the people, Micheal Ende, p. 183
Where concepts and wishes are formed to come true
St. Verena hermitage, maintained by a real hermit to this day — April 2023 — near Solothurn, Switzerland
What comes out When you open up your mouth Rise your voice and let it flow From within and also without Wherever it goes with the current Of life and love granting freedom To be appreciated and left intact Instead of limiting with thoughts Attitudes, rules, and regulations What in its heart is always free The adventure of inner peace No matter what turmoil rages In the outer challenging all To grow up as soul divine.
“Once upon a time” — again and still on the way
Phrygian on E — 6-string guitar, 7-string guitar, small gong — 5:09
Much comes out when one knows how to listen
“What little Momo could do like no one else was listen. That’s nothing special, some readers might say, anyone can listen. But that is a mistake. Only very few people can really listen. And the way Momo knew how to listen was completely unique. Momo could listen in such a way that foolish people suddenly had very clever thoughts. Not because she said something or asked something that gave the other person such thoughts, no, she just sat there and listened, with full attention and acceptance. She looked at the other person with her big, dark eyes and the person in question felt how thoughts suddenly arose in him of which he had never suspected that they were in him. She could listen in such a way that helpless or indecisive people suddenly knew exactly what they wanted. Or that shy people suddenly felt free and brave. Or that the unhappy and depressed became confident and joyful. And when someone thought that his life was all messed up and meaningless and that he was just one in a million, someone who didn’t matter at all and who could be replaced just as quickly as a broken pot — and he went and told all that to little Momo, then, while he was still talking, it became mysteriously clear to him that he was thoroughly mistaken, that he, just as he was, existed only once among all people and that he was therefore important for the world in his own special way. This is how Momo was able to listen!”
— Momo, the strange story of time thieves and the child who returned the stolen time to the people, Micheal Ende, pp. 16-17
Good morning! — What comes out today?
Glowing skies, sunrise, and big tree starting to sprout — April 2023 — Grächwil, Switzerland
How to be real In a fake world Spoiled rotten By big wealth Piling on poor Exploitation Out for profit From disasters And shortages Strife and war Where ever to Turn around Breach the top And also bottom Level all fences Around soul Squeeze out Into freedom Better for real Instead before Just a carrot Out of reach Dangling close To keep within Corral’s confine Under the sky Infinitely blue A heart of love.
“Holy sham” — a short sound excursion far out
Mixolydian on G, spiced — multiple fujara and 8-string guitar — 4:25 — as loop on a separate tab
How to be real? — Always here!
“You don’t have to be afraid, … we don’t want to chase you away. We want to help you.” Momo nodded silently, but still not quite convinced. “You say your name is Momo, don’t you?” “Yes.” “That’s a pretty name, but I’ve never heard it before. Who gave you that name?” “I did,” Momo said. “You named yourself that?” “Yes.” “When were you born, then?” Momo thought about it and finally said, “As far as I can remember, I’ve always been around.”
— Momo, the strange story of time thieves and the child who returned the stolen time to the people, Micheal Ende, p. 11
How to fix being real — the old newly repaired
Sculptures of past and present lives by Uli Sacchet and his two sons, plus one in ebony from Gabon
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