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~~ "Prayers for the Protection and Opening of the Heart" ~~
1 - Mount Madonna Choir -- "O Magnum Mysterium"
2 - Brian Eno -- "Baby's on Fire"
3 - Crooked Still -- "Undone in Sorrow"
4 - First Aid Kit -- "When I Grow Up"
5 - Half Head Special -- "Michael"
6 - John Coltrane -- "Syeeda's Flute Song"
7 - John Lee Hooker -- "Baby Lee"
8 - Cara Dillon -- "Black is the Color"
9 - Lila Downs -- "Mi Corazon Me Recuerda"
10 - Yatu -- "La Luna"
11 - Buena Vista Social Club -- "Dos Gardenias"
12 - Dengue Fever -- "Sleepwalking Through the Mekong"
13 - Antibalas Afrobeat Orchestra -- "El Machete"
May the Name send its hidden radiance
to open the gates of deliverance
to His servants—and shine in their hearts,
which now are shut in silent darkness.
May the great King be moved
to act in perfection and righteousness—
to open the gates of wisdom for us
and waken the love of old, the love of ancient days.
By the power of the hidden Name I-am-that-I-am,
and by the dew of Desire and Blessing, the dead will live again...
I-am is the power of your Name in concealment,
and one who knows its mystery dwells in eternity’s instant.
Over the world, it pours forth abundance and favor,
and on it all worlds hang, like grapes in a cluster.
Send the dew of blessing, the dew of grace;
renew my dispensation, and grant me length of days.
Bring light to my eyes with your teaching, and let not the husks
that surround your hosts obstruct me.
May Heaven and Adam’s children judge me with mercy.
Sustain me with their strength and fortune—
but do not leave me in need of the gifts of men.
-- Ya'akov Hakohen
"Prayers for the Protection and Opening of the Heart"
Question: Who is your audience? What are you here for?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Answer: Tribal Alliances, Heart-felt Convictions, Passionate Reason, Random Abandon, Sustainable Civility and a kiss; to comfort the sad and the mad Ones; the Ones roaming the International section of the American Supermarket at night; or roaming the neglected streets looking for an angry malaprop to sink their teeth into; the Ones who seek without seeking and learn as much as they teach; the Ones who embrace and kiss and embrace again; the Ones who sing the song of the city and the ballads of the forest; the Ones who chant the rhythm of the sea and hum the melody of the desert; the Ones who sing the prayer of Her name and Her name is the World. Yes, those are the Ones. -- JP
(Can you help folks in need heat their homes and cook their food on the Rosebud and Pine Ridge Reservations. Navajo has an important diary posted with all the particulars. Even a small amount can work towards building the minimum.
Could you please help?)
So that explains it... !
... Or does it?
(Rail Road Crossing, Sonoma California / copyright Justice Putnam)
"Many heroes lived before Agamemnon, but they are all unmourned, and consigned to oblivion, because they had no bard to sing their praises."
"Still the race of hero spirits pass the lamp from hand to hand."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-- Charles Kingsley
The Nature of Poetics Collapsed Outside My Window~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On the third floor
Of an old stone hotel
I gaze out my window
To the night rain
Wet streets of
I look down on rooftops
Built by Spaniards
And across stratum
Of TV antennae
And the huge domes of
History is backed up
Against itself here
Like layers of
Soil and mud
One can see the edge of
Between the sleek
Of modern towers.
Echoing up from the street
Is the wet hiss
Of rolling tires
On wet black-top
And the more distant
All fusing somehow
Into that single
The chant of cities.
The Poet must be
He must be free
And live as
The wind itself
Not bound by
The culture of society
Not restrained by taboo.
At ease to wander
In the mysterious visions
Of touching everything
Of trusting everything
Of believing everything.
The Poet must be free
To live the law
Of iguana-lazy sleep
On the hot sand
The Poet must be free
For the frenzy
Of butterfly wings
Across the cool smooth
Texture of tropical waters.
The Poet must be free
(Mexico City 1986)
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