Afleveringen
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The Song From Today's Episode: The Water Of Life
The 'God And Art' Book Series
Transcripts
The best artists have no walls to creation; no curtain of self; no fear of perceptions of others. They are in direct communion, and so their art vibrates with life and emanates God. When artists create, they free fall. Creation is dampened by, 'What will others think of me and my art?' Creation is boxed in by, 'Is this okay to share?' Creation is halted creating through the mask of identity. When all perceptions cease, creation creates itself. That I call free fall.
This episode we explore Picasso. The prolific genius that destroys the old and invents the new. We’ll explore the madness of his creative output, his selfishness and ego mania as a trap on the spiritual path of art, and examine the unlearning of everything to become a child again. In Picasso’s words: ‘Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist when he grows up.’
Picasso was born and raised in Spain in the 1880s. He learned painting from his father at a very young age. The myth goes he painted before he could talk. First, he learned realism and painted with marvelous accuracy only to destroy all norms, and rules, and invent his own style of painting. To pour his soul onto the canvas. You can only create what you are and he was his paintings. His most immediate and authentic soul expression was his art. That divinity is what we can still marvel at today.
In his 91 years, he created anywhere between 20,000 to over 30,000 creations (sources differ). That is almost one creation per day for the entirety of his life. He painted a painting each morning. That puts art into perspective for me. When was the last time I wrote a song a day? And there I thought my ‘song a week’ was impressive. I am astonished by Picasso’s prolific creative genius. It almost seems like an obsession; a deep internal need to express his soul through painting. I imagine that when he created art he felt most like himself. Perhaps his world wasn’t the ease of flow that painting offered. Painting, being his communion with God.
The rest of his life (from multiple sources states) he was an egomaniac and used people for his career advancement and women for creative energy and pleasure. If that is true he mistook the vessel for God. He called himself ‘God’ many a times. But the vessel is just a vessel, not God. He accessed God in one area of life and failed to bring it to the rest of his life. Egoism is the greatest trap. To take the divine and attribute it to oneself, brought unhappiness to the rest of his life. I marvel at his creative output and his divine creations but I wouldn’t want to experience his life.
I revere his shattering of the old. His bravery to birth his soul's expression regardless of all the resistance his early modern paintings were met with. It takes guts to break the rules and invent the new. The crowd didn’t yet know what it wanted and he invented taste. Yes, he shaped the future of art. He followed his instincts throughout. He stayed true to himself. He was unapologetically, Picasso.
By painting every day, painting became Picasso’s identity. He could relax into his work more and more until, finally, he disappeared into his work, and the painting was left. To flow with life and give oneself fully to the task at hand is meditation, non-action/ non-doing. Life takes the lead and you are the witness to the divine unfoldment through your hands. Painting, painting, painting. Gain mastery, then forget it all and paint. Learn from the best then break the mold and paint like your soul paints. Paint like a child! Step aside and meditate deeply through your work.
If I have learned one thing in my 15 years of songwriting it’s this: I am not supposed to make art but be my art. My work is not an accumulation but my practice of dissolution. To master my skill, then give it back to God and let life work through my hands in divine alignment. My work meditates on me. It is my greatest joy and my salvation. With each creation I heal and those creations seem to impart that healing to the world. The experience of meditation and love seems to rub off on people. That is the true value of art.
When I give my life to serve others I heal through my work and add beauty to the world. I dissolve my ego through my work, and my work saves me. It heals my soul and liberates me from my accumulated crust of past. Each creation I am a little more soul and a little less past. My work truly is my salvation. By delighting myself, I delight the world. The world responds to my sharing my soul through authentic self-expression. Love can only be met with love. The right people get attracted and the wrong people are repelled. My work of making and sharing art is my spiritual discipline.
Hide it all in your art. Conserve it with your heart. Let it enter the world. And repeat. Create living artifacts. And create a lot of them.
Upon reading books on Picasso I asked myself: Why did Picasso become the most famous artist in the world? He certainly was the richest artist on the planet in the later part of his career. My answer: his creative output. He painted until painting became his identity. What is my identity? Will I claim it? Of course, there are many other factors but the factor of creative output is entirely up to me. I can choose to get up and write a song, distribute it, and leave my mark. I as an artist am but a collection of songs, my portfolio; that is my representation as an artist in the world. My work of art is the accumulation of my artifacts of me (my soul-expression) in the world.
Having studied Picasso for the past two months I gained great perspective as to what is required to make divine art. The path to mastery is a long road and ends in God. Art takes one to God if one doesn't stop walking. And every artist becomes a philosopher when they walk long enough. But humbleness is required to bring grace to the rest of my life. By being humble and creating selflessly I may learn through my art and heal myself and my group of people that I serve selflessly. Without humbleness, I mistake myself (the vessel) for God and my ego grows to destroy my life. What a ride it’s been to study the great master, Picasso. These are my lessons and my perspective. Study him yourself and see what unfolds for you. I’ll link the books I read below in the show notes.
Always remember: You can only create what you are. Your work is not an accumulation but your practice of dissolution. Don’t make art; be your art.
And because it sounds so sweet let me read it once more: You can only create what you are. Your work is not an accumulation but your practice of dissolution. Don’t make art; be your art.
I am thinking of creating a community where members walk the spiritual path of art side by side; creating art as a spiritual discipline with like-minded artists. I would love such a space to be but a member and share my journey with you, and witness yours unfold all the same. A space where we can support each other. Please let me know if you would be interested in such a space! I’d be honored to host it and be a part of it.
I’ll link the ‘God And Art’ book series below if you would love to dive deeper into my perspective on the spiritual path of art.The biography I read about Picasso (1)
The biography I read about Picasso (2)
The biography I read about Picasso (3)
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Lila Tace
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The Song From Today's Episode: Only Me As I Am
The 'God And Art' Book Series
My Diary
The Secret To Immortality
Divine River Of Life
Will you carry me?
Divine Ocean Of Bliss
Will you bury me?
Divine Water Of Knowledge
Will you reveal to me?
The Secret To Immortality
Hail, River DivineYour stream sounds so pure
Hail, Ocean Supreme
Shall I just let me go?
My splintered, scattered self
At once, your waves devour
I am just a tiny birdPainted on your sky
I am just a loyal slave
Your one and only wife
You stripped me of my sanityNow, I forgot my name
A minute drop of blood
Wipe away the stain
Now I'm drinking of your holy wineYou are all I see
A drunken fool in ecstasy
A leaf upon your tree
With nothing left to doBut playing dead with you
Until you kick me out
To write a song or two
A Little Story Painting The Value Of Art
You have your house, and it’s firm.
You live in it as if it were your kingdom.
You cherish it. It’s all you know.
An artist comes along and opens a window.
The rays of the sun peek in and poke you gently.
With time, you, the inhabitant, notice the light.Is there more outside of your house?
More time passes, and you realize that life is found outside of your house.What you’ve built is not your kingdom but your prison, and your prison keeps you from life.
You demolish your house fiber by fiber.There was no house to begin with; there is just God, and walls are made of clay.
God is the world. Grace is the sun.
The house of clay is the poor state of the lost inhabitant.
By the grace of God, an artist opens a window.
If you were to put a price tag on it, how would you value such an act? You forgot your part. Just maybe you forgot who you are. Who, and who as an artist. Incalculable is the value of potent art in the world. Incalculable is the value of a living artist. An artist that has tasted God, bathed in love, embraced love in the flesh—brings God to the world.
When you bathe in bliss like Rumi you write poems of bliss. When you are divine love like Milarepa you sing poems of eternal love. Rumi and Milarepa are my favorite poets for their poems are alive. I call that ‘Poetry Of Dissolving Identity’. When words take you from individuality to the collective being. When you disappear into the work of art, that is art. That is the task of the artist: to become whole and to heal through art. Death is not art. Art is alive.
Words that point to God. You give a taste. That is art. The poet gives a taste and the poem comes alive in you.
When you are alive you create living work; work that lives on its own. Work that plants seeds in the receiver of the art. That is how art enlivens the world. A window from God to individual souls.
Why is art beautiful? Because it rings true. Somewhere in your heart, you feel the love that connects you with individual souls through the thread of God.
Art emanates the state the artist is in when creating art. In deep meditation you are life, and what you create in meditation is the representation of life itself. It points to life; life that cannot be claimed but lived. Art conceived from the collective state of being brings that very state to the world. An artifact of God. Living Artifacts. That is art. Death is not art.
The highest potential of a living artist is to create living art. The journey is long and internal. The journey of art is a spiritual journey to your soul. I will write more on spirituality and shedding the past through making art in further episodes. For now, know that your art is a representation of your current state of being. The more you shed your past, traumas, and restrictions of authentic self-expression the more potent your art becomes. Self-discovery lies at the root of it all.
Through the spiritual path of art, you may awaken to love and, in time, awaken through your art. Demolish your house and permeate love. Potent art will make you abundant within and in time without. Once you know yourself, you know your part in the world.
By uncovering who you are by demolishing layers of falsehood, you uncover your soul. By uncovering your soul, you uncover your unique part. By serving that part, you will generate money for yourself. Falseness breeds falseness. Love can only be met with love.
The truth is simple. Uncover who you are, uncover your part, and humbly serve. Your greatest joy also happens to be the world's greatest joy.
This podcast is about the spiritual path of art. It will lead you to consciously face yourself and uncover the truth of your being by gently and patiently making art. Your art is a mirror of your state of being—a wonderful learning tool! In time, you uncover the gift your soul holds, and by sharing that gift, you will support the world and yourself.
Everyone, as they truly are, beyond delusions, has a part to serve by being their authentic self. That part is unique as you are, but one. There is just one authentic you. Uncover that and serve your unique God-given gift. Delight the world by delighting yourself. Surprise yourself with the love you are capable of being and the love you are capable of giving.
The most beautiful works of art are not made through corrupt hands. Beauty is a selfless expression of the soul through art for the delight of the world. The world looking at itself. A divine artifact of collapsing individuality into God.
The spiritual path of art is the artist dissolving through art into God.
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Lila Tace
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The Song From Today's Episode: Darkness Can't Touch Me
The 'God And Art' Book Series
My Diary
Cogs to artists. Tribes were connected and held sacred as one big family. Once a tribe was too big to call a family, it split in two, and one tribe moved to a different location and established another settlement.
The Industrial Age connected the world and made it rich and fruitful, but that feeling of a familiar bond beyond the family vanished. The Big Fish had the power; most humans were mere cogs in the system. The Information Age brought us the internet and connection online. Production and distribution are available to all. Cogs turn to artists. And artists connect the world.
Where will you hide if there is nowhere to hide? The information age, with the leverage of the internet, puts production and distribution at your fingertips. Power is scary; it is safer to hide behind ‘it is impossible’ or ‘I don’t know.’ That game is long over. The internet removed all the middlemen. The record labels, the bookstores, the art galleries, the venture capital, and the news channels. You’ve got the microphone. You own your art. To ignore and hide is almost a sin.
As long as you are searching, you are not finding. If you must write, you must write.
If you must express, you must express. There is no other way. Pick an outlet, pick a craft, and practice every day. Find the courage to share your work. Then do it again. If you do not know who your work is for, share your work selflessly, and your people will find you. What you seek seeks you. Just take action. Find an outlet and create what you must create, then share your creation in one or more forms on the internet, not to participate in being social but to establish your identity as an artist; as you believe in yourself more, you will share more easily of your craft.
The best (purest) works are the hardest to share; doubt kicks in, and you run away and perhaps delete everything and come back anew when the storm has settled. Eventually, you stop running and share your work because that is what you do, and that is who you are. Welcome to the life of an artist.
Feedback at this stage is futile. God is the way; call it a gut feeling. Pure work pops in and does not knock. The only feedback that will be of use is from the group you seek to delight. Ignore all other opinions. Sometimes, ignore their opinions, too.
Who you create for will be established by sharing your most intimate works. As long as you are searching, you are not finding.
You must put your creations into the world. You must take action. You must poke the universe. Your creations are your meditations. Your disciplines. Your ritual. Let’s call them ‘meditations of an artist’.
Meditations of an artist. Put your point of view on display. Stand for something. Be specific. Genre matters. Delight someone.
Not everyone.
What is the gift you bring to the world? Once you know why you exist, everything becomes simple. The noise subsides, and you can quietly serve your people. Always remember, as long as you seek, you shall not find. Do and become. Create and learn. Find and serve.
A life of service. It is not about you. And as you focus on serving others, you uncover more and more of yourself. Perhaps it was all about you to begin with. Serving others is your way home. As you serve others, you heal the world.
What a delight. The Industrial Age is over. The Big Fish are dying. You own the means of production.
You own the means of distribution.
No one can stop you but you. No gates. No keepers.
What will you uniquely provide? Who will you uniquely delight?
The choice is yours. Every emotion/mood is a problem; the answer is the album/ the body of work. Art is for the recipient. A specific someone. One you seek to delight with your specific work. You intend to cause change to a specific someone. You choose who you serve, but you need to choose. Selfish art, on the other hand, has no intention to serve or help. It is created selfishly without the purpose of delighting someone specific. That work will find no footing and fade away in all the noise. It won’t give money or fame to the creator of the art. Selfish artists often crave money and fame but fail to notice their selfishness is precisely why they get left behind. Selfish work is about the creator of the work. Selfless work is for the person the artist seeks to change. The choice is yours.
Real commerce is gift-giving. Give gifts. That’s the game.
The more you give, the more you become the artist you seek to be. Your songs, your works of art, your paintings, and your pamphlets are gifts. Gift-giving is real commerce, given that the gift is complete work. When creating complete work, you give and you get at the same time. When complete work finds its host, it appears effortlessly. The host simply steps aside. The host feels he has not touched the work, simply brought it to the world. The host steps aside and conceives the gift. The receiver steps aside and consumes the gift. There is no commerce. And that is real commerce.
As gifts are received and consumed alone, they need no advocate. Complete work always finds its way to where it is needed. Real artists perhaps call that helping hands.
It is important to understand that selfish artists will never touch complete work. Instead of gift-giving, they participate in hole-filling. The work is about them and their story. From their art, they hope to get something. By that, the gift eludes them, and they grow bitter making art. Perhaps what they make is not art at all.
The intention behind your creation matters. Simply give your gift to God and choose a life of service. Your art can be your gift. Serve the world instead of filling holes. The only spiritual discipline you need is gift-giving.
Real artists give gifts. They have come to heal parts of themselves that make them available to real creation. Real creation is complete creation, the healing arts.
Gifts don’t leave the world. They are recognized as gifts by everyone; hence, they are cherished.
Real art is. God is. And real commerce is gift-giving.
Fame. It’s just a collection of songs that makes an artist. It’s just a body of work that makes an artist. It is not the pictures of your dogs. Look at the channels on the internet as your radio stations and art galleries. They serve a function to connect you with the right hearts. You can either win on quality or fame. But fame follows quality in time. In other words, quality gets you fame; fame doesn’t get you quality.
And it’s free. There is no better marketing than creating and sharing your work. More work leads to better work, which leads to drawing & understanding your audience, which leads to serving your audience better still. Along the way, emotions settle, and you become the artist you seek to be.
Break your chains and make great art. As you tone it down to make your father feel more comfortable. As you tone it down to make your friends not laugh. As you tone it down to keep the voices quiet. As you review your work in all its quirks, the strong points, and the solid stance—you realize you will offend someone—perhaps you were too vulnerable. Before you rub out all the beauty, consider my friend that it’s not for them.
Great art rarely comes with a feeling of safety. Great art always cuts people the wrong way. Some, that is. But for the ones it’s really for—it heals their wounds and mends their hearts. Break your chains and make great art.
That is as close to god as you can get down here. The only spiritual discipline you need is a life of service to others. Your work changes when the work is not about you anymore. You give yourself fully to your work, and you disappear. That is as close to god as you can get down here.
God, and art that teaches. Music teaches me to create through being. I found my canvas in songs and my heart paints. When it paints, I plunge into the music, and the music carries me. The act of creating music is the greatest joy and gift that I get to experience. Oh, and the joy of sharing it, that intimate experience, when real touches real, and I disappear. I believe in art, the artist disappears. Because of this, the art can come alive in the receiver of the art because it was conceived alone. It is like it takes you somewhere, and you trust it enough to leave yourself at the door. You don’t meditate; it meditates on you. But that only happens if the artist is not while creating art. Art creates itself. Creation births itself. Poetry is God’s laughter and the afterthought of laughing rings in my ears as I write these words. The laughing is not writing the words, but the words are surely laughing at the reader who got lost in them. Creation itself creates. Creation creates itself. It doesn’t need a creator to play with itself. The playing is the play, and the child and the father all in one laugh. There is no joke told or joke heard because there is neither the joke nor the joker. And That is precisely the joke of existence — the riddle of riddles. Holy Ghost’s laughing in unison. The arts’ purpose, therefore, is to knock on your head so hard that the knock itself is ringing through one ear and out the other. Teaching, or art that teaches, is the art of describing what is underneath the question, and it might plunge you into the answer because the goal of the true teacher is to take away the question and leave you vulnerable in God.The 'God And Art' Book Series
Lila Tace
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The Song From Today's Episode: The Inevitable
The 'God And Art' Book Series
My Diary
There is a shift that happens when you don't do it for yourself anymore but you do it for them.
Duty. No matter your mood. No matter the circumstance. You show up for them. When you are scared to show up, you face those fears for them. By healing them, you heal yourself.
Your dedication is serving your people. And as your good aligns with the world’s good, you are helped and supported. When selfishness turns to selflessness you get what you want as you don’t need it anymore. Great selfish force turns to actions for somebody else’s sake, turns to flow and joy of service. When own energies wane, a new surge of energy carries you to the next day. The greater good is the only good. In such alignment, the world helps you get what you want because it is what the world wants. The people you serve will help you as you help them.
Selfless service is performed in a selfless state. You disappear into the work and the work flows effortlessly from your being. Selfless work is potent and emanates the state the artist is in when creating the work. The path is from selfish to selfless, dissolving the ‘I’ into the work. That is how your real work heals you. It sheds the past with each creation. That is how your work heals others because it points to the truth; love; God.
Who you are is your gift. That gift is God-given and inherent in your soul. Your task is to uncover that gift and share it with the world. You are your path. You are your task. You are your destiny. By walking your path you return to yourself. When all shadows fall and you stand in your soul, you are life itself.
I would love to introduce you to a hero of mine: John Coltrane.
Little John lost his father very young and grew up in a time where his skin color and impoverished upbringing restricted the free natural unfoldment of his beautiful little soul. He found music, or rather music found him—his saving grace; his only love. In all of his free time, he practiced the saxophone. Day and night he played and that dedication led him to play with Jazz bands around America. He wasn’t exceptional, but he practiced every waking hour. He didn't have his own sound, he imitated his heroes.
Soon he played on stage backing his heroes. His life started to reflect his hard work. By his own hands, he now played and recorded with the greats. But he himself was not a star, not a legend, not a hero, but a heroin addict. His life started falling apart. It wasn't until he surrendered his gift to God that Coltrane became the beacon of Jazz. I recently read his biography and here are my takeaways:
I. The Spiritual Path Of Art
Coltrane surrendered his struggle with Heroin and his music to God. His 'Spiritual Awakening' led him to live a life of service. He now existed to 'make people happy through music.' I directly attribute his purity of performance (transmission) to his surrender. He became a vessel for the greater good. His personal identity melts in the face of God, and that purity is captured in the recording. His music puts tears in my eyes.
I will link one of my favorite recordings of his in the show notes; just listen. He puts me in meditation instantly. The purity of his performance is divine. He is no more when he plays. He is the music and the music carries him. And so when you listen, you are no more. The music carries you. There is just God.
Why is Jazz so divinely beautiful? Because there are no multiple players. Jazz is one.
John Coltrane: My Favorite Things (Stereo, 2022 Remastered)
II. The Carving Of One's Place In Art
A box is a beautiful frame until it becomes my prison. Mastery requires demolition, undoing, and liberation. Masters fly like birds, and so I, too, must let go and fly. Coltrane received great resistance upon innovating music (finding, and establishing his sound). First, it was messy, then it turned to divine. He followed his instincts throughout. 'If I was going to put anything on record, then it ought to be me.' - John Coltrane
III. The Road To Mastery
Private art and public art are two different worlds. Private art is comfortable growth at one's own pace, while public art is compressed, pressured growth, leading to leaps in artistic development if not abandoned by facing pain publically. Mastery is establishing one's voice through one's chain of art (portfolio) and, by that, carving one's place in the history of art.
Who are you as an artist?—You are your portfolio of work. Media compounds and is a leveraged flywheel. Put all your art on the internet. The internet is magical, removes all middlemen and distribution is at your fingertips. I will write more on my contemplations on this subject in further episodes.
Back to Coltrane: By his own hands he became excellent at playing the saxophone. After he surrendered to God he became a master. I will add a recent diary post of mine here so you feel mastery from a non-dual perspective:
Hard work is required to gain the skills. A master then unlearns everything to become a child again. He learns to surrender to the divine. He learns to be life; not force it but to let it unfold through him. He learns to trust in life and knows he’s a mere tool of creation. He obeys and respects the art that comes through. He sees the brilliance of the art and recognizes that he is a mere fool and the work is untouched by him; hence the art captures divinity he could never create alone. Great effort turns to non-effort for the master who has walked the long road that ends in God. He dissolves into his work and smiles when the world cherishes his art. It is not his art, it's the world’s. He quietly communes and serves. He became an artist by his own hands; then at the edge of mastery, he let go and let God do the rest.
And so, each day I give my gift and soul to God as it’s his soul and I’m his song.
This is the prayer I recite every morning. Feel free to use it for yourself!
Show Me The Way
Today, I serve you, God—show me the way.
Today, I am yours, God—show me the way.
Today, I listen.
Today, I serve.
To bring the greatest joy to the world.
The greatest joy that I can bring.
Take my fate, work miracles through me, and show me the way.
Today I don’t walk alone to write my words on my own, today I write my words for you (fill in with your creative pursuits).
Today I don’t walk alone to sing my songs on my own, today I sing my songs for you (fill in with your creative pursuits).
My public diary is linked in the show notes. All podcast episodes are written diary posts.
Each of us serves in an interconnected web everyone at the right place and time and each service adding to the one great ripple of love. Your ripple, indistinguishable from the one wave of change and progress. Individual work, melting into the one great piece of art (love/God). Many hands into one. The one selfless work of each soul.
No one can take me from my destiny as I am my destiny.
No one can take my part as I am my part.
Uncover your soul to uncover your part. It is you that you are looking for. Who are you as an artist? What is the unique part you bring to the world? Then, give your God-given gift back to God. Your gift is inherent in your soul. You are made to explore your gift and bring it to the world. No one else will bring that gift. Will you rob us of that gift? Your destiny is not yours, it is the world's as much as it is yours. It is your duty to uncover who you are and that natural soul expression will delight the world and heal you as you shed the past to become your little soul again. As you heal, you heal the world. Your authentic soul expression will free you from your accumulated crust of past. Your pain is shed with each work of art, with each expression of soul.
Your destiny is the destiny that belongs to the world. It is not yours. You living your destiny is the gift of individual experience. And by walking it you become the road and disappear back to love, back to your soul, and back to God.
Your real work is the death of you. A birth cloaked as death. It’s sweet to die alive.
My work burns me. It burns away my past. And that is each podcast episode to me. My journey of unbecoming. My journey of remembering who I am. I am honored to do my work in the world.
The biography I read about John Coltrane If you would love to dive deeper!
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Lila Tace
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The Song From Today's Episode: Where Does My Suffering Come From?
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My Diary
When my little soul came here it was alive, pure, playful, bold, intelligently knowing and being love; giving, and emanating divinity within. I don’t know exactly when the cloud of misery dawned on me. It must have been in High School, with the onset of puberty. Protecting myself from the great mean world I created a crust around my soul, a functional one; acceptable, and normal. That crust solidified along the way and I knew myself as rigid, boxed in, and half-alive.
Thankfully, the Gods blessed me with music. Inherent in my soul is song and its expression, my salvation.
I did not realize that every song was healing me. Eventually, I couldn’t deny seeing my crust as a lie. When I wrote songs (engaging in authentic, natural soul expression), I was free. The mask slipped on when I reentered the great mean world.
I walked the path of art for fifteen years now. Every art session, a purge. Every sharing of art, a manifestation of the true me in the world. From divinity to multiplicity to divinity. From being my soul to taking on false form, to dissolving the form back to my soul. A masquerade. The Gods must have been bored alone.
Art is a tool to free authentic soul expression. Art is a tool to become a child again. Art starts in misery. Art starts with a desire for fame, attention, glory, respect, money, sex = longing for love. Art ends in God. Artists are selfish until they burn away their crust of pain. Beyond the pain lies God, a selfless expression of soul for its own sake.
Art is a healing modality. Karma Yoga in nature. The Yoga of Action (non-action). Performing the act so completely that one gives himself entirely to the work and disappears into the act. That moment of pure surrender is meditation. An act that flows naturally without one's involvement is active meditation. The meditation of action (non-action). Where life takes over. Where God plays you a fool. Where you let life carry you. Where you observe the divine play through your very hands.
Such work heals and nurtures the soul engaging in creating the work (non-creation) and the soul receiving the work (non-receiving). Such work is created and consumed alone. There is no commerce and that is real commerce (gift-giving).
I will now read a part of my book ‘God And Art: From Pain To God Through Art’. I link the ‘God And Art’ book series in the show notes. Experience the non-duality of what is said with your heart.
Real commerce is gift-giving.
Give gifts. That’s the game.
The more you give, the more you become the artist you seek to be. Your songs, your works of art, your paintings, and your pamphlets are gifts. Gift-giving is real commerce, given that the gift is complete work. When creating complete work, you give and you get at the same time. When complete work finds its host, it appears effortlessly. The host simply steps aside. The host feels he has not touched the work, simply brought it to the world. The host steps aside and conceives the gift. The receiver steps aside and consumes the gift. There is no commerce. And that is real commerce.
As gifts are received and consumed alone, they need no advocate. Complete work always finds its way to where it is needed. Real artists perhaps call that helping hands.
It is important to understand that selfish artists will never touch complete work. Instead of gift-giving, they participate in hole-filling. The work is about them and their story. From their art, they hope to get something. By that, the gift eludes them, and they grow bitter making art. Perhaps what they make is not art at all.
The intention behind your creation matters. Simply give your gift to God and choose a life of service. Your art can be your gift. Serve the world instead of filling holes. The only spiritual discipline you need is gift-giving.
Real artists give gifts. They have come to heal parts of themselves that make them available to real creation. Real creation is complete creation, the healing arts.
Gifts don’t leave the world. They are recognized as gifts by everyone; hence, they are cherished.
Real art is. God is. And real commerce is gift-giving.
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The Song From Today's Episode: Take Me Home
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With each step I take towards my destiny I am a little less pain and a little more soul.
With each step I take, I fight the perpetuation of my past (identity) and fight my battle against myself to shed that coat of past by creating and sharing art.
Each creation and sharing of art is accompanied by a release of past restrictions of self-expression, toward greater self-expression. With every step I take I am more free in my expression, more vulnerable, authentic, and more me. I find my voice! I stop mimicking other artists and bloom into the artist I am meant to be. I have my place in art after all!
The journey from rigidity to my authentic soul expression is my healing journey. My work is my salvation, and as I walk my road I establish my identity as an artist and return to my soul.
I recently watched the movie 'The Matrix'. Neo is and always was Neo, yet he considers himself Mr. Anderson. The Oracle tells him, 'Kid, you've got the gift but it looks like you are waiting for something'. Behind Neo is a sign: 'Know Thyself'.
I believe the soul's choiceless path is to enter the world of images, take on form, and then undo and shed all identity to return to the inherent love within (the soul). That journey appears to take place, yet the soul was and always is the soul—never an image, never incarnate, just views transformation from an individual rigid thing to returning to life itself. Melting and shedding, and taking off the coat of accumulated past. Art is the tool to free natural soul expression by purging the past (creating art). Facing self and ending in God. Authenticity is the way home.
My work is my salvation and as a by-product, it heals the world. My work is an extension of my current state of being. Holy art points to truth; the more the artist sheds the past the more potent the art becomes. And so art heals the artist until the scales tip and the art heals the world. Such is the journey of the arts—the journey of the soul.The 'God And Art' Book Series
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The Song From Today's Episode: Until Love Becomes My Name
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The road.
Sometimes, other people hear your voice before you do.
Sometimes, other people see a light you don't.
And they tell you it shines from you.
And you don't believe them; how could you?
For you don't see that light.
But you've been looking.
But you've been looking in the wrong places.
Treading carefully along a path well-lit.
But no path worth walking is well-lit.
No path well-lit is worth walking.
The path that's for you is pitch-black.
And by walking it, you disappear.
Your road wants you naked.
By walking it, you unclothe.
And by getting to know the road, you are getting to know yourself.
And when the road knows you, and you don't know the road.
Jump.
Others have jumped before you.
And with every step, you are a little less you and a little more road.
And there will come a step when there is one last foot you and one fresh foot road.
And when you take that final step, you become the road.
Your real work is the death of you.
A birth cloaked as death.
It’s sweet to die alive.That’s three letters we sing in one song.
But from your lips this time.
GodMastery And God
Hard work is required to gain the skills. A master then unlearns everything to become a child again. He learns to surrender to the divine. He learns to be life; not force it but to let it unfold through him. He learns to trust in life and knows he’s a mere tool of creation. He obeys and respects the art that comes through. He sees the brilliance of the art and recognizes that he is a mere fool and the work is untouched by him; hence the art captures divinity he could never create alone. Great effort turns to non-effort for the master who has walked the long road that ends in God. He dissolves into his work and smiles when the world cherishes his art. It is not his art, it's the world’s. He quietly communes and serves. He became an artist by his own hands; then at the edge of mastery, he let go and let God do the rest.
a genius
Let's the divine do it all
takes all the credit
know he's a fool
The more one tries
the less genius he is
The more one surrenders
the more intelligent one becomes
Life is intelligence
geniuses don't stand in the way of lifeYou can’t police the divine like you police yourself
I never know how
The song writes itself
I never know how
The book writes itself
I sit by myself
And I feel I ought to write
I get up and grab my guitar
And the most beautiful little piece comes my way
Through my hands
Untouched
Divine
Pure
Effort is not a word I’d use
Floating perhaps
Stepping aside
Surrendering
Bathing in bliss
The work works alone
And in that divine moment
I feel I am the work
A window
I obeyThere is no need to collect or consume anything. It's all within the soul. Unbecome. Melt all you collected. Be who you are. Create with your soul and delight the world. All is within. You came complete. Just see that, be that, and express that. It's the most natural, and effortless soul expression that you are longing for. Spontaneous unfoldment of who you are for your brothers and sisters. It’s all within. Create in meditation, bask in God, and share by direct experience. What you create emanates the state you are in when you create the work. Share God in all you do. Measure your work not by effort and time spent but by the emanation and frequencies that you delight the world with. Take care of yourself and enjoy the freedom and time you have. Watch with your own two eyes what two hands and God can create together.
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The Song From Today's Episode: Our Time Has Come
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What makes art beautiful?
Living, emanating art holds captured beauty. The artist creating in a state of beauty, captures beauty. The artist in torment, captures torment. The artist dictates the manifestation of the art. Torment is not art. Art is beauty. The source of the art’s beauty is the artist.
What makes an artist beautiful?
Living souls are beauty, and emanate beauty. In a state of free flow of self-expression, in the present moment without the burdensome past, the artist emanates natural beauty. With a drink or two, in pleasant company, on a romantic date falling in love—the artist is beautiful. In agony, the artist seems small and fragile. On a sunny day when all goes well the artist shines. Natural beauty is a fragrance of the soul. The beauty of the physical body without emanation of beauty is half the charm. Charm is authentic self-expression in a natural free flow. The accumulated past obstructs free expression.
Why does the past obstruct the artist’s natural, living, emanating expression of self (beauty)?
I am my soul, free and divine. But life taught me otherwise. Life taught me to be stiff and careful, boxed in and robotic. Natural expression is dimmed by past experiences held dearly. Paying attention, entertaining, and nurturing past patterns keeps them engaged and alive. Surrendering patterns to God melts them in love. Awareness is seeing patterns unfold and gently telling them ‘You are not inherent in my soul; I am looking at you; I held you dearly but now I give you to God’. In time the patterns fall away.
How does an artist cultivate awareness to surrender all that is not beauty?
The soul is inherently beautiful. The soul is inherently aware of itself. The soul is awareness. The soul is witnessing unfoldment. The soul is witnessing the world. A slight change of focus inwardly is all that is required. From that meditative stance, patterns are seen, recognized, and gently released. The release is accompanied by relaxation and peace.
How does a corrupt artist create beautiful art?
While in a state of corruption, bothered by the past, restricted in natural self-expression: through meditation, and in states of flow or through alcohol and drugs, the artist communes and makes art. In states of happiness and relaxation, the artist creates freely. When patterns of restriction arise the artist surrenders them and with newly gained freedom creates art more beautiful than ever before. The only lasting creative flame comes from releasing patterns of restriction of self-expression. Authentic art is beautiful art.
The corrupt artist may also purge the patterns by creating art upon traumatic patterns and capturing the release of that pattern in the art. Such art holds resolutions and hence is beautiful, deeply emotional, and freeing to the receiver of the art going through similar energetic unfoldment in their life.
Drugs and alcohol are but a shadow of divine creation and are no lasting solution to greater self-expression. Learn to witness, observe, and gently release restrictions of self-expression. Often traumatic events from childhood become deep-rooted patterns that when released allow the artist to express naturally.
The only way out is in. Honey is made from within. The world is a reflection of the internal state of the artist. The art is a reflection of the artist's inner state of being. What a wonderful learning tool! Solid, undeniable captured pieces of self, suspended in time to witness the divine process of dissolution into art. Dissolve your patterns into the light and create greater and greater art. Delight the world with your art. Free yourself to create beauty. Show your true authentic self, uncover it by creating art, and witness the progress. Be selfless. Selflessness is beauty itself.
The most beautiful works of art are not made through corrupt hands. Beauty is a selfless expression of the soul through art for the delight of the world. The world looking at itself. A divine artifact of collapsing individuality into God.
The spiritual path of art is the artist dissolving through art into God.
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The Song From Today's Episode: Kiss My Lips Red With Love
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The young artist is fragile in many ways. Making himself available to real creation, he leaves himself vulnerable. Vulnerable to judgment, doubtful, and susceptible to feedback or lack thereof. The young artist’s journey is that of fighting with himself for himself. His character is marked by and built through struggles, hurdles, and pains to overcome. The young artist finds himself in many trials, mostly of the making of his mind. Who is he to be, the artist his heart claims to be? Who is he to lead and stand for something? Who is he to help and nurture with his art and words and taste and courage?
Trials by fire are many for the young artist. His old ways are at odds and in stark contrast with his emerging self. He transforms into an artist by facing each pain (often reluctantly after much suffering). Being an artist does not come easy or free of charge. It is one of the most challenging journeys of all. It is the journey of the soul. From darkness to light, if you will. Hardships are many, and almost in secret, the young artist’s ego fights until it relinquishes its selfish stance, turning an artist into an angel. Long, hard looks in the mirror. Moving in the dark, with only God to lead. Intuitions get sharpened with each failed or successful adventure. It is all the same: the lesson is the point.
Selfish artists create ugly work, full of themselves, wanting money and fame from the art, not creating for others but for themselves. Selfless artists, pure of heart, create work that shines and holds light, like the sun — shining on its own. Not for its own sake but to bring life to the world. Nourishing others but being full all the same. Not of need to give, but their very being is a ray of giving of the highest order. But angels have once all been men. The journey then is from selfish to selfless — from men to angels.
You and I are angles. But angels in the making. We have many hurdles to overcome with ourselves. Like yesterday when you did not share your work or deleted your last article. Or when you wrote a song only to put it in the drawer accompanying all your other songs, collecting dust. The light is dim and barely visible to the young artist, and ignorantly, he still follows it. He knows it’s his only way, his only choice — not a choice, maybe — but his destiny.
The young artist has something in him that wants to bloom, and he obeys. He has no choice in what wants to bloom — he lets it. Often, he resists the work that wants to come through, and he is scared to share it. It is so different, so peculiar, so odd, so strange. He knows not what to do with it. The obvious answer is to share it. That work is clearly not meant for himself alone. Art is only art when shared. That peculiar-strange kind of art always has funny ways to find itself in the right hands at the right time.
So then, I write these lines to conclude that I am a clueless artist, very young at heart with a long journey ahead, but willing and able. And I hope you join me in our shared ignorance.
Art is only art when shared.
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The Song From Today's Episode: Straw Man, Sail To The Moon
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There are 3 acts of every artist’s journey.
Act 1: Asleep
Act 2: Awakening
Act 3: AwakenedAct 1:
You create work as a selfish artist at home. You think your work is exceptional and are owed money and fame. You may hoard your work in your drawer or under your bed. You are bitter that other artists are famous, but you are not. You are just as good as them but poor and unhappy.
Your work is about you and your struggle to wake up. You create work about your heartbreaks, bad parents, and the unfairness of life and mimic songs of love and devotion. And you dare to call that art.*
Eventually, you have enough and want to collect what is owed. You realize that no one will discover and pick you. You know that no one will come and make you rich and famous. Now, you take matters into your own hands. You use social media to show yourself and your work. You follow the rules to get the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. But no one wants your selfish work. It is ugly.
So now you try and force that ugly work onto people, perhaps with ads and shouting, pretty makeup, dancing, screaming, and showing your beautiful life in pictures and videos. ‘Look at me!’ you say. But they look away.
You realize that something does not rhyme. You spent your entire childhood chasing a dream, and it eludes you. You put in the 10,000 hours, for God’s sake! Where is your price? So, you start to contemplate your approach. Who is your work for? Who are you delighting? You think perhaps you are selfish. And you are.
You consume content about online business, marketing, and entrepreneurship. You explore what artists have done that ‘made it.’ You get into self-development and perhaps meditation. You feel that this approach lightens the grips of selfishness, and you relax into your work. Your work starts to change.
You learn that commerce is about solving problems. You understand that to solve your issue of acquiring money and fame, you need to get money and attention from someone. You know that for someone to give you money, you must provide them value. You understand that for someone to pay attention to you, you must help them get what they want. Your work starts to become about others and not about yourself.
You struggle to monetize your art as it is not made for such commerce. Art is gift-giving, and your awakening artist’s heart knows that. So you explore creating products and services around your art to make money so you finally have time to make art. Perhaps you start teaching or coaching, create courses and communities, and maybe make money.
You know this cannot be it. This is not what you signed up for. You signed up for art, artistry, and the life of an artist. Yet you make barely any art. Perhaps you make barely any money. Maybe you are lost in money making. Either way, you do need money. Keep your business alive for now. Keep your part-time job even if it is unbearable.The only way out of your dilemma is to enter Act 2.
*Express any topic! The intention behind the work is what matters. The state you create works in matters. Topics are dances of creativity. Sex and joy are as sacred as god and love.
Act 2:
A life of service and gift-giving awaits you, which is quite joyous. It is what artists do, and you are an artist.
You pick a group of people and delight them with your art. You are specific! You decide to devote your life to them through art. This is scary as you are now exposing yourself to that group, and they respond. You get feedback, and that hurts. Perhaps your work is not as good as you thought it was.
You take all your might and keep making and sharing your work because that is what you do now. You often feel so much pain that you repeatedly run back to Act 1 until you eventually stop running. You use feedback from your people and ignore all other opinions. You simply serve and want to delight them with what you create selflessly. It is not about you anymore; it is about them. They start to appreciate you for it.
Your work now becomes your gift. It becomes good enough for your fans to love and share it. Positive feedback and word of mouth kick in slowly. This is not the overnight success you dream of, but you are delighted and happy serving your fans. This is different from the breakthrough success, dollar signs, or amount of attention you wanted; for some reason, you are content. You keep serving your fans.
Perhaps you get the reward of money with your art, but that is not why you do the work. You do it for the sake of doing it. Perhaps you build a selfless business around your craft out of joy. You overflow, so you give of yourself, perhaps as a product or service. Maybe you just share, and people want to give back to you. You can choose to monetize your craft. That is up to you.Sneakily, you mature into Act 3.
Act 3:
You lost yourself in your work, and that is good. You are no more when you create your work. You flow with life, and the wind is in your back. You are not fighting anymore; you are living. You have surrendered yourself to your work and to your fans and God. Creation flows through you. You realize that making art and delighting your fans is your spiritual discipline. Perhaps you never considered yourself spiritual, and the words don’t matter, but you feel God through your work. You are absorbed when you create it, and that is meditation. You have no words for it, but you are delighted to participate in the dance that life has planned for you. You feel you have a mission, and you do.
You need no guidance at this stage; you will be helped and guided. You realize that your work spreads naturally to the right hearts, and you awaken them. Not because you intend to but because your work holds the truth of the universe. It is beautiful. While you create your work, you disappear; there is only the creation of the work. The creator and the art do not exist, only the dance of creation. There is God, the artist, and the work of art. But perhaps there is just God.
You do not claim ownership of your creations; how could you? You did not create them. You are simply a vessel of truth and light. You dance with life. You, of course, live your life and return to live in the world, talk from your separate self, and connect to others as usual. Your identity shifted, and you are gracious in the way you interact. But you keep your relationship with God quiet. You simply commune and do your work. To speak of God is to dilute the message. Your work of art talks enough.The journey of the arts mirrors the journey of the soul. Art is your way home. And it’s your time.
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My Soul's Shoes:
My Soul's Shoes, my little heart
T' was a lonely road; I've arrived
A door with my name
The unknown, one step to take
Goodbye tongue, goodbye eyes
I am blind; you are light
No more rules, no more form
The pavement's holding me; the pavement's gone
I bridge poetry and song
My bridge to build, my weight to hold
My Soul's Shoes, my little heart
From death to life, colored bright
My Soul's Shoes step into the night
T' was a lonely road
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A Life With You On A Bed:
A life on a bed with you
An opportune time for my rusty heart to heal in your arms
Am I on your mind?
Cause you occupy my every fiber of soul
Call out for me; will you, beautiful?
Sojourn with me on a bed
Heal my soul with your touch
And I’m yours for as long as you like
A song with your harmonies
Live-to-tape on an afternoon
A life on a bed with you
I’m a dreamer; may I dream of you?
Sojourn with me on a bed
Heal my soul with your love
And I’m yours for as long as you're mine
A life with you on a bed
A life with you on a bed
A life with you on a bed
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my struggles & valuesI. Private Art: comfortable growth at own pace
II. Public Art: compressed, pressured growth; leaps if not abandoned; facing pain in public
III. Mastery: establishing one's voice through one's chain of art (portfolio) = carving one's place in artA box is a beautiful frame until it becomes my prison. Mastery requires demolition, undoing, and liberation. Masters fly like birds, and so I, too, must let go and fly.I'll End In My Heart:
I’m a back-to-earth kind of folk
Hitting the road with my songs
Zen walking, the music’s talking
I’m budding wonderful nonsense
Keep me afloat; carry both hands
Enter the mouth of a cave
No sigh to relieve, steely purpose
From solitude to service
I’m Zen walking; God’s talking to meTake my hand, lead the way
No more rope; I am breaking apart
I’ll end in my heart
Take my life, lead the way
I’m no more; I am breaking apart
I’ll end in my heart
I’m a back-to-earth kind of folkHitting the road with my songs
Zen walking, the music’s talking
I’m budding wonderful nonsense
Keep me afloat; carry both hands
Enter the mouth of a cave
No sigh to relieve, steely purpose
From solitude to service
I’m Zen walking; God’s talking to meTake my hand, lead the way
No more rope; I am breaking apart
I’ll end in my heart
Take my life, lead the way
I’m no more; I am breaking apart
I’ll end in my heart
I’m Zen walking; God’s talking to me
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Creation plays by its own drum, balancing the scales. I am but a speck on my isolated road. There’s the world’s heartbeat, but mine beats differently. I am selfish; is that where I go wrong?
Art restores my connection. Art reminds me to be humble. Art is my gift of union. When there is art, there is but one collective being. And I am it. And I am nothing. When I swim in art, I drown, and I am the water and its waves.
Artist = Instrument Of Creation
Art = Window To GodLife shows me what I need to see, gives me what I need to have, takes what I need to let go.The only intelligent way to live is to surrender because how can I — a minute drop of creation — see the bigger picture?
The greater good is the only good.They'd Call Me 'Artist' In America:
Panic this, panic that.
Just an everyday Wednesday.
Connect the dots, looking back.
Pity me, Wednesday.
Waxing philosophic, someday iconic, an enigma - I am, I am, I am.
Poetic pursuits, idiot of creation, tied up like glue - I am, I am.
A highway, gateway, door to a nation that nobody knows - I am, I am.
Humble servant, giant fool, tortured soul.
They’d Call Me ‘Artist’ In America.
Panic this, panic that.
Just an everyday Wednesday.
When it works, it really works.
When it doesn’t, it doesn’t - stay in the game!
Waxing philosophic, someday iconic, an enigma - I am, I am, I am.
Poetic pursuits, idiot of creation, tied up like glue - I am, I am.
A highway, gateway, door to a nation that nobody knows - I am, I am.
Humble servant, giant fool, tortured soul.
They’d Call Me ‘Artist’ In America.
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Your catalog is your calling card.Don't optimize your actions based on how people perceive you. Optimize your actions based on what's true to you.If somebody sees me in my songs, I've made a mistake.Why does my art exist? Not all art is equal. Do I stand in the way of art?
When there is me in the song, something is wrong. Is it about me?
Art is for self-healing until the scales tip. Then, art changes the world.Play like a child. Write like a child.'One guitar, one voice' exposes all. Where can I hide behind no arrangement, collaborators, or fancy production? I feel exposed—my state of being undeniably captured. Where to put the fear? Where to hide the heart? One naked moment of truth—my mirror, my learning tool. Complete exposure. Learn to love it.Today's recording session was hard. It feels like I wage a battle against myself daily. Today, I won.
My goal is to create new art every day, Picasso style. Why was he the most famous painter in the world? — His creative output? Why was he so confident in his ability? — He painted until painting became his identity? What is my identity? Will I claim it?House Of Glass:
I'm a visionary, not a hoper, not a dreamer; you disagree
Call me romancer, idealist, castle builder, and that's okay
But it's me who's changing the world; impacts the masses while you're watching
From your House Of Glass
You're a worker; I've heard of those; work for duty is killing you softly
You're a worker of soul-draining work, soul-eating work; there's really no meaning
From your House Of Glass
We need an anthem, us creatives, us innovatives, we are a few
This is for you, for your hardships; you're the hero the world needs
This is a thank you for all that can't say it; stay starry-eyed
And break your House Of Glass
The rest of the world sleeps at the sidelines
The brighter your light shines, the more are watching
From their House Of Glass
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I’m a madman, mesmerized.
By the love she holds for me, just now, I learn to see.
I’m a madman in the sublime.
Darling, truth be told, my heart is never bold enough.
I’m a madman, terrified.
By the beauty that life holds, I pray you won’t let go of me.
Thoughts be sublimed by the spirit of the night.
Our bodies in a dance, not you, not two, there’s one of me.
My potency of prose is your love for me.
I’m a madman, crucified.
A minute drop of blood; wipe away the stain.
I’m a madman, hypnotized.
She paints me on her sky; why would I refrain from life?
Thoughts be sublimed by the spirit of the night.
Our bodies in one dance, not you, not two, there’s one of me.
My potency of prose is your love for me.
I’m a madman in love, mmh, madly.
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Where is choice in all of this?
I don’t know, I don’t know.
I write cause words call my name,
and my name is my own.
Poetry & song, a lost girl, let her fall.
Repository of secrets, a portal to the divineCarved in stone is my heart, a part of art
Romancing the stars, making love to the night
Everybody knows that they will die,
On A Godless Stage
Where is love in all of this?I don’t know, I don’t know.
My woman leads me to bliss,
She’s the only door that I know to the divine
Repository of secrets, a portal to the divineCarved in stone is my heart, a part of art
Romancing the stars, making love to the night
And everybody knows that they will die
On A Godless Stage
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Masters of love, muse of fire
the woman I love, my only desire
full-time employee of my heart, spiritual sister
better part of my soul, a pearl on my shore
monolithic love, in superposition
enter the stream, to never return
cunningly selfless, dangerous charm
death takes a holiday, and I'm coming alive
my renaissance, just watch my face
a pilgrimage that takes all my pain
I leave it behind, the pain crust of my past
mystical goddess, I call you by name
masters of love, doom, and gloom
she takes everything, then leaves me blue
masters of love, nefarious witch
take your needle, your poisonous kiss
masters of love, this time, I was sure
that she's everything - turns
life, the universe, and everything
Masters of love, muse of fire
the woman I love, my only desire
full-time employee of my heart, spiritual sister
better part of my soul, a pearl on my shore
monolithic love, in superposition
enter the stream, to never return
cunningly selfless, dangerous charm
death takes a holiday, and I'm coming alive
my renaissance, just watch my face
a pilgrimage that takes all your pain
I leave it behind, the pain crust of my past
mystical goddess, I call you by name
masters of love, doom, and gloom
she takes everything, then leaves me blue
masters of love, nefarious witch
take your needle, your poisonous kiss
masters of love, this time, I was sure
that she's everything - turns
life, the universe, and everything
masters of love
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