Music and The Path---reply

[Guest guest]

Well Jerry, this gives me an opportunity to talk about myself. One of my favourite

pastimes! Firstly, I don't like the term non-duality. It stinks of

enlightenment, and I

dislike being anything other than my life in God expressed as eric. Discussion as

to whether eric really exists or not leave me either laughing uproariously, or bored.

And as for God. Forget it! This conscious joy and this fleeting

sorrow is all the God

I need. If I say God I mean Love, and if I say love, I mean this life of us. Anyway

enough of metaphysics. Just an other of my pet dislikes.

I am dyslexic. Not severely, but enough to show. I never wrote more than a I had to

in my working life, and for years just winged it. It was not until I got my first

computer (about three years ago), that I began to write. Knowing that the word

processor could correct almost all my errors, was a great creative liberation for me.

I knew that I was a writer from the moment I sat down in front of this keyboard.

I think my writing took on the form of poetry and prosetry (my word for poetic

prose), because it has few rules. It can engage the part of the mind that does not

concern itself with regulation, but explores the shape of ideas themselves. Just as

music does. I could babble on about poetry and music, but must stick to my focus

here. I am inspired. I am cut through and flooding out with inspiration. I am by no

means unique in this, but I just want to tell you how this divine flow happens.

It is Intelligent Guidance of course. It is overwhelming love-play. How did I get like

this? Like most of us at some time. We get right down to the bottom of the barrel.

The only way up from there is out of yourself. This all happened a long time ago,

but its effect can be seen now in my creations. Apart from transitory ego

satisfactions, I have no great concern if a particular person hates, loves or is

indifferent to my works, and so, I can get out of the way of myself. Which is the

primary cause of writers block. I do need to share though, because love must be

shared. This indifference is quite shameless, which means that I can just do my

thing. I am totally vulnerable. love has opened me. Please don't get the impression

that I am some kind of goofball saint. I am very ordinary, full of ego, and in my

human condition very imperfect. I have simply said to the universe: Play me......

And it does. It took some application and practice on my part. Now it takes none.

I have this big rabbits ear in my soul, and it picks up on the wave lengths that are

usually not audible on the main frequency range. Inspiration has to be allowed.

In order to allow it, you have to be a trust that there is a

listening post in the heart.

Then there is no effort involved, only a deep listening. I feel that those great

composers and song writers got into this flow also. It gets so you hardly dare take

the credit for it. It just arrives and happens in you. The music is

playing all the time,

its just that we cover it up with all those defensive doubts in our

abilities to receive

it.

Okay, that's enough of this eric monologue.

love

your self expression

known as eric.

Just a note of thanks Jerry. Some posts must be affirmed, and celebrated.

I agree with all that you have said on the power of music.

love

eric.

Thank you, Eric. l'm always afraid of coming across as self

indulgent when l get this personal, so your response means alot. l

marvel at your poetry and frequently wonder what experiences you've

had to yield and nurture such a gift.

love,

jerry /join

 

All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights,

perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and

subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not

different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of

the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always

Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart

to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the

Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It

Self. Welcome all to a.

 

[Guest guest]

The only way up from there is out of yourself. This all happened a long time ago,

but its effect can be seen now in my creations. Apart from transitory ego

satisfactions, I have no great concern if a particular person hates, loves or is

indifferent to my works, and so, I can get out of the way of myself. Which is the

primary cause of writers block. I do need to share though, because love must be

shared.

Glad l provided the excuse for you to share a little about

yourself, Eric. l find perfect congruence between this and your

poetry. Your sense of freedom is right there -- it feels like an

effortless flow. ( l share your feelings about non-duality. Thank

you for this.

love,

jerry