Jul 21, 2015 Uncategorized
Breath-less
©July 21st, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
The Guru sits, enthralled,
Arms out at knees, palms upwards,
Hair in a knot, eyes closed,
Deep in the blood of you,
Quiet behind your eyes,
Gathering visions.
And the world spirals inwards
And ever inwards,
Until you reach the core,
Where burns a sun
As still and blue
And molten and plasmic
As every dream you
Ever had, ever held,
As it, too, vanished in a breath
Of the OM you breathed
In your gathering of,
And your letting free, the air
You so desperately needed
To live.
Just sit, breathe, dream,
Envision, desire, grasp, sorrow,
And let it slip away, let it all
Vanish in that breath,
And let that breath go.
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Tags: #Breath, #Original Poetry, nirvana
May 22, 2014 Music
Someone shared this on a friend’s FB page, and I was instantly transported to the early 80s, when I was young, and listened to Led Zeppelin a lot (or at least the album on which this song appears).
I know I sound like an old fogey, but seriously, where ARE the real songs in popular music today? It’s all either trash-talk, or mushy.
Give me Pink Floyd, King Crimson, even Deep Purple, Emerson, Lake and Palmer, always Jethro Tull, Led Zeppelin, The Doors, Queen, Eric Clapton, Jefferson Airplane, Crosby, Stills and Nash, Simon and Garfunkel.
And always, The Beatles.
Give me Suzanne Vega, always.
Joan Baez (even though her shrill trills set my teeth on edge)
Joni Mitchell (lovely songs, too high a voice for my taste, but beautiful, still).
Carole King
Don McLean
Even Nirvana, whose sound is inimitable.
I know I sound like an old fogey, but seriously, where ARE the real songs in popular music today? It’s all either trash-talk, or mushy.
Give me Pink Floyd, King Crimson, even Deep Purple, Emerson, Lake and Palmer, always Jethro Tull, Led Zeppelin, The Doors, Queen, Eric Clapton, Jefferson Airplane, Crosby, Stills and Nash, Simon and Garfunkel.
And always, The Beatles.
Give me Suzanne Vega, always.
Joan Baez (even though her shrill trills set my teeth on edge)
Joni Mitchell (lovely songs, too high a voice for my taste, but beautiful, still).
Carole King
Don McLean
Even Nirvana, whose sound is inimitable.
Always, Bob Dylan!
And from before, and since, Pete Seeger.
And from before, and since, Pete Seeger.
Yes, there are others, of course. They’ll come to mind.
Form, sound, soul, structure, musicality, good taste (most of them, and some of them not all the time, but much of the time) — they’re all there.
And I’m not even at jazz music yet, or the old songs from the late 19th and early 20th centuries, or soul.
Fortunately, there are good singer-songwriters out there, but they’re not making much either in terms of fame or money. That’s a shame.
Here are some songs about California (just because …):
Tags: #Suzanne Vega, Beatles, Bob Dylan, Carole King, Crosby, Deep Purple, Don McLean, Emerson, Jefferson Airplane, Jethro Tull, Joan Baez, Joni Mitchell, King Crimson, Lake and Palmer, Led Zeppelin, nirvana, Pete Seeger, Pink Floyd, Queen, Rock, Simon and Garfunkel, Singer-Songwriters, Still and Nash, The Doors, The Mamas & The Papas
May 11, 2014 Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries
Awaiting the Doorbell
©May 11th, 2014
By Vijaya Sundaram
Shopping disgusts me
Yet I do it.
Not all the time, mind you.
And usually, it’s for things I need.
It leaves a bad taste in my mouth
And a buzz in my brain
As if I vomited out my soul
And helped a corporation’s gain.
I want to not need things
I want to not want things
I want to be unpressured.
I want … to be delivered.
Not packaged, not sealed,
Not signed, just
Delivered
Unto myself,
Sans frills,
Sans frippery,
Sans foolishness,
Sans forgetfulness
Sans flirtation
Sans filigree
Sans fancies
Sans fantasy.
Just plain,
Unbowed,
Unadorned,
Unashamed
Unapologetic
Undefeated
Untired
Alive and awake
In joy and in eternal
Leap mode. And so,
I await the doorbell.
Tags: #Original Poetry, #Shopping, Deliverance, deliverance from needs, Delivery, doorbell, nirvana