question everything, yes
especially death and taxes
let mind relax its vigilance
release awareness of rules
let mind flow to find
new cool curiosities
unexpected upheavals
pole shifts of perception
evolutions of perfection

Disprove preconceptions
blind mind’s cluttered eye
dare to render it
kinder in its pronouncements
upon others
more compassionate in its
intent toward self

let’s nevermind other
for a change
let other be strange, but trusted
give other a break
from constant surveillance
give other privacy to explore
its own mystery
take time to know ME

Watch me
I’ll dive into my narcissus mirror
as deep as it goes
Watch me
I’ll become the most self-absorbed person
in the universe
Watch me
I’ll emerge from the otherside of Self,
into infinitely expanding All
Watch me, I’ll be
Shadow and Substance,
Spirit and Soul
Watch me go

out of control
out of sight
into the light

Watch me

I’ll go first
will you come?

and

oh yes
this is a test
only a test

Remember when we used to call it ‘the family jewels’? Now it’s ‘junk’. That doesn’t sound so attractive, somehow.

Don’t Put Your Junk in My Trunk

Don’t put your junk in my trunk,
This time, I am driving
I mean to make it home alive
I’m talking about surviving

Deal with your junk
no need to be a slob
don’t bother me with bunk
your junk is not my job

Don’t put your junk in my trunk,
I mean to keep it clean
I got junk of my own
if you know what I mean

Deal with your junk
and I will deal with mine
my storage space has shrunk
my vehicle’s divine

Don’t put your junk in my trunk
this is a pleasure cruise
bring only your best
what have you left to lose?

Gently, with feeling
pull back the peeling
of the wrapping on the package
you’ve been saving for someday

Then slide your gold into my hold
your sheep into my fold
slip your jewels into my bank
your tiger into my tank

and gently, with feeling
it’s time for revealing
show me what you’re worth,
and I’ll show you the way

to slide your rock into my roll
your funk into my soul
slip your treasure into my chest
your birdies into my nest
Slide your gold into my hold
your jelly into my mold
Slip your weary into my rest
your maybe into my yes

I haven’t been writing much in here, but not because nothing is happening–quite the contrary! My progressed Moon has moved to inward, nonverbal Cancer from loquacious Gemini, meaning that it’s harder work to craft words to describe my experiences, and hard also to muster the motivation to try, but I’ll give it a quick shot before I go out the door (o summer).

Last night I played for a private party in Duncan, and it was so lovely. The feedback I received was simply over the top and I’m still processing it. One man said “I had tears streaming down my face.” Many people were generous with very specific feedback about my voice and songs, all of it superlative and highly praising. I feel honoured and humbled and post-coitally blissful right now!

And the best part was, I was being paid – and generously – which I took as an excuse to play all I wanted. The host and hostess were too busy at the party hosting to be able to sit and listen to the music, so I played a late night private set just for the two of them after everyone else had gone. Intimate audiences (the more intimate the better) are still my favourite, though there’s certainly something to be said for numbers, as well. It was very sweet.

I’m a song slut. I never want to stop. I receive so much pleasure from the act of sharing this stuff, the singing, the songs, the emotion and passion and vibration of being and feeling and doing it, that if I could afford to, I would pay them to listen. But it’s much nicer to be paid, because then (in addition to the money which is a necessary part of modern life and I can’t think of a better way to make it) I KNOW that they are interested and want to hear more. It’s an affirmation that they’re paying attention, that they value the experience.

So, gosh and gee, that’s all I have time to say about that. Apologies for the dearth of entries here, I’ll try to do better. Though it’s summertime and I’m rushing out the door to go camping, so definitely nothing for the next few days. I have more to say about my musical and other journeys, but the tales remain confined to my mind for now.