PULSAR AND QUASAR

MAPS AND MUSIC

 "BE OPEN TO ALL THINGS. ATTACH YOURSELF TO NOTHING" Yes, I am a fan of wandering foot loose & fancy-free; of free style improvisation on the alto Sax. In the end I am a devotee of discipline. Maps show the clear path to the wide open road that leads to the great blue sea. Written music lets me touch fingers with the likes of Johann Sebastian Bach & that sorcerer's apprentice Jimmy Page. The secrets of the Universe are written in astral scrolls. I am so grateful my ancestors wrote them down. I am grateful I have eyes that see. I am reading the meaning. MAPS & MUSIC

TREE OF LIFE

The tree stood in the garden. The real question asked of our ancestors....  Will you eat of the fruit? Can you choose? Do you choose to become human? Are you not so glad we choose to know. Many avatars have come to us. The last great avatar had to be killed for us to get it. Nailed to a tree. The next great avatar is coming to us. He is very close. He may even be with us now. Have no fear. This time there will be no nails. No hanging from no tree. Just the great beautiful Tree of Stars. The Tree of Life. The Tree of Breathing Life. The Tree.

CRY WOLF

There are several species alive on Earth who are as evolved & intelligent as the Humans who know. They are certainly more noble & more connected than we are. On my list: the Raven, the Whale, the Shark, the Jaguar, the Owl, the Parrot, the Raptor ( all of 'em). You can add to your list if you know others. Top of the list for me is the Wolf. If you belong to the clan Wolf. If you have seen a wolf in the wild. If you are in awe of my brother & sister Wolves, you know. The arrogance of the Human is & will be our downfall. Listen to the cry of the Wolf. Listen close. Listen. For those who have ears..... HEAR!

BIG BIRDS

The painting SeaHorse is a reminiscence of my days scuba diving. Under the sea over a coral reef. The eyes adjust slowly. Miracle of Miracles, dapples of sun light turn into living creatures, each more fantastical than the next. Fish, Horses, Trees, Shells, Landscapes, Birds, Monsters. Into the sway of flashes & pulses float every creature of the Imagination. The Creator is Nothing if Not Imaginative. Beings I could not conceive of in my puny mind arrive, depart. Please allow yourself... at least in your dream life to go beyond the limited world we humans occupy. We live on a slim bandwidth in the bandwidths of infinity. Our little drama is just a Sit-Com in the the Eternity of Creation. For Christ's sake, relax a little, take a deep breath & look around. Here is a Raven, a Red-Tail & a Turkey-Vulture. Sparkle. Sparkle. Ping.

WILD HORSES

Keith Richards/Mick Jagger

Childhood living is easy to do. The things you wanted, I bought them for you. Graceless lady, you know who I am. You know I can’t let you slide through my hands. Wild Horses, couldn’t drag me away. Wild, wild  horses, couldn’t drag me away. I watched you suffer a dull, aching pain. Now you decided to show me the same. No sweeping exits or off stage lines could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind. Wild Horses couldn’t drag me away. Wild, wild  horses couldn’t drag me away. I know I’ve dreamed you a sin and a lie. I have my freedom but I don’t have much time. Faith has been broken. Tears must be cried. Let’s do some living after we die. Wild Horses couldn’t drag me away. Wild, wild  horses couldn’t drag me away. Wild Horses couldn’t drag me away. Wild, wild  horses we’ll ride them someday.

THE TYGER

                       By William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
 
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
 
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet? 

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp? 

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee? 

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? 

DRACO

 "There is more to heaven and earth that is dreamt of in your philosophy" The hippocampus in the brain was named after the "curled horse of the sea" I think the pineal gland, the seat of the soul, should have a different name. I propose Draco. The dragon is the most mysterious creature of the human mind. Dragons & Angels are the mirror reflection of each other. If you see the ripples of an angel on a restless sea when the moon is high look close. Can you see the Dragon? I wish the world were as simple as all the big Books say. The world is mysterious. There is a danger at the heart of Beauty. Draco.

TOAD

How does the lowly toad fit into my life? Lowly? The Toad is the ancient lizard king of my pre-human memory. I  ascribe him status in the heart of my limbic system. No, toad reminds me more of the ground, of the solid pebble core of who I was, who I am. I notice toad only when I use my soft eyes. I see the mouldering leaves. The clumps of debris, the fallen bark below the trees. Suddenly I notice a living creature nestled quiet in a gully between trunks. Breathing in, out. Miracles of miracles he is looking at me with his distant dispassionate eyes. Shamans have been known to smoke toad venom to receive visions of the Divinity. Toads are of the ground but their gaze speaks of the wingbeats of angels.

ROBIN !!!!

SEAHORSE   Devendra Banhart 2007


I'm high and I'm happy and I'm free
I got my whole heart
Laid out right in front of me
And I finally can see
The way it's always been
The need for peace
Starts from within

So I leave my possesions to the wind
And I'm done with ever wanting anything
Well I can die satisfied
No desires do I hide
Not today, not today
Nor for the next one thousand lives

I want to be a little seahorse
I want to be a little seahorse
A little seahorse

I want to be a little seahorse
I want to be a little seahorse
I want to be a little seahorse...

Well I'm scared of ever being born again
If it's in this form again
Well I wanna know how why where and when and then
I wanna see you be the bright night sky
I wanna see you come back as the light
I wanna see you be the bright night sky
I wanna see you come back as the light

SEAHORSE

The beauty of the Creation is astounding. From the perfect coiled packing of the DNA in the nucleus of a single cell to the Dragon Nebula, in the constellation Serpens. From the infinitesimal to the infinite itself. Humans ascribe such importance to themselves. There are vast webs & interstices of complexity & perfection that do not include us at all. Gaze at the strange brilliance of the SeaHorse, a creature of magnificent delicacy. We are living in the Garden of Eden. We never left. We choose to see ourselves as fallen. Open your eyes. Take a deep breath. Are you not in love with your life?