Posts by Jan

The Sweetness of Life

2 am, and I definitely should be sleeping. NYC is quiet, rare for the city that never sleeps, but I can use this lull in activity, to gather my own composites for this composition.

I wanted to communicate about work, for I am driven, and determined to succeed, and it feels solid that I have such “backbone”. There have been momentary intervals where this has not been so; emotion taking the wind out of my sails, and without the wind of joy or vision, there is no smooth sailing.

Now despite the situation, I have turned towards discovering the resources in me, and pleasantly I am finding, that I have assets that can not only help pull me further up, but anyone else along with me who wishes to go. If I look closely, I have a lot of love, and the actual need to somehow pour this invisible substance out.

It is funny, cause outside, includes a universally vast amount of space. Nevertheless I want to fill that seeming emptiness, with light, or peace. I could choose to radiate any of the lesser qualities, and that reflection would have its marginal effect. However in the choice to generate goodwill, an equivalent required amount becomes readily available for distribution.

It is almost like we have an endless supply, and at any moment we can take from that source and act as a transmitter, so it actually flows to where it needs to go. I would say, if I wanted to have fun, and be in joy, being a light-bulb, would be my preferred career choice. I don’t mind physical hard work, however my prioritized field of choice, is to give from what I have.

I may not have an abundance of material resources, but I do have a wealth of wisdom that has been given as a gift to me. When one has such tools at ones disposal, it is wise to use them, for it will help the construction of that which you wish to build. Looking at it, we have the tool of Life, and it is rich, for Life indeed has generous attributes.

Life gives continuously, and it is we who can place ourselves in the midst of this surging spring, become enriched and refreshed, and then try to act as a funnel to allow some of this windfall to reach others. It is almost as if the waterfall is just pouring over and through, and like a river moves, taking us where it will. If we take our little boat and place it on the river, first we will be astounded by the clarity of the “water”, and how fast this flow actually is going. Once you consciously realize that the journey is afoot, you become quite mesmerized, for there is a lot of beauty on these banks, and because of your present speed, you can actually see and feel it.

At this point, one has no time to wonder where we’re going, because the ride is enjoyable in and of itself, why question the Captain. There just seems to be an overwhelming amount of gratitude, and one hopes you can be of service, to help others “get on board”. The problem is, everyone who has breath, is on the boat, so maybe the work is only to remind, so that this peace, can billow their sails too.

One really good thing about being in NYC, is that it is a global village. Everyone from everywhere is here, and I would say the cooperation level is admirable. Everyday that I go out into the midst of the “crowds”, I get happier, for I see that all these individuals, are really very beautiful. When we slow down enough to respect one another, smile at one another, support one another, it generates an enormous amount of contagious kindness.

It is simple and amazing but when you give it, it just comes right back and fills you more. That is why I would like to make this my profession, for it feels fantastic to exist as we were meant to; and to accept the gift, that is best suited personally for us, so that everyone may benefit. It is like being a certain kind of tree, and waking up to the fact one day, that oh … if I am tapped, I have maple syrup in me.

Now don’t you think that is really sweet of God, to give us this recognition. Not only do we get the thought, but the actual syrup … (see y’r up) too.

Inner Rhapsody

Sometimes I feel that if I do not connect then I am not truly living.
I am going through the motions but not establishing that one tone
That can set all my strings in harmonic balance. The range of notes
Is extreme, yet I long to hear sounds above the normal spectrum and hone

My senses to concentrate on only one tentative melody that is playing
In the distance; and I am drawn, as if it were a sirens faintest song.
So once again all that I see before me disappears. The only reality
This need to absorb these hints of rapturous phrases. I know I belong

With this music. I know it is my heart that dances when I hear this beat.
Only this rhythm can fill me. Other music cannot attain these heights.
Only when the rarest musician and the rarest instrument have found
One another can this clarity of perfection be played.

When, ones sights Attune to this level of mastery, one may consider oneself supremely blessed.

This fortune is thought by most to not even be possible. The reality
Of this unified combination produces a composition that is simply out of this world.
It doesn’t have its basis in normal defined parameters, its inclusive totality

Encompasses ranges that can be heard as underlying base components.
Its measurement scale cannot be calculated. The instrument has the capacity
To influence the whole expression of the spectrum. The melody brings light
Into a space that once only held darkness. This is the power of rhapsody.

There is a joy that ushers forth when this symphony of symphonies is heard.
There is no equal to its glory. It captures your full attention and for this rapt time
Bliss escorts you into divine companionship. The fullness of union plays.
There is nothing else worth listening to.

Nothing else is anywhere near as sublime.

The Dance Floor

I wanted to dance this evening, just to express in rhythm, all that is inside me.

However, there was no beat good enough that I could find outside, so I opted to listen
to my own inner music, and see if I could find that one track where so moved, I could synchronize.

I know with most musicians, writers, artists, there comes a moment where you know you have just
switched gears, and what before was a mere consideration to take a drive, turns into a comfortable cruise.

So a proverbial toast, to our highway adventures.

Listening is an art, and my best friend said, whatever art you endeavor to pursue,
you must practice.
If there are distractions, external noise, internal emotional storms,
it is pretty much impossible to be in that place, where you can hear the inspiration you require
to move not only you, but others who may wish to tune in.

So the first requirement to access the creative force is become receptive enough,
that you begin to be filled by that which is abundantly in supply.
Normally we are so preoccupied with the miniscule aspects that preponderantly surround us,
that we forget actually, to take the time to perceive the bigger design, which requests us,
to get synched with its agenda.

When we allow ourselves the freedom to explore what dwells inside us, we are pleasantly surprised that it is far more then the trivia of thought that we are accustomed to pondering on. Leaving behind our limited patterning for a pioneering exploration of our own inner territory is not only exciting, but is exactly what each of us are meant to do.

The attributes and aspects we are looking for, are so at hand, but because they are invisible,
it is not as forthright as what is ever changing before our eyes. So secondly,
this reminder to pay attention, to what is already happening.
We are ever geared to what will happen, that what is going on, we miss.

When we realize that joy is pleasantly living amongst the flowers in our own back garden,
we feel kinda foolish, for isn’t it always someone else’s garden, is far superior to our own?
A good habit to adopt is to begin strolling daily in the territory within, for I sense we will discover vistas, that we have been praying to enter, for most of our life.

I know personally so much of the time, I ignore looking to myself to find fulfillment.
We are too busy, too self critical, too preoccupied with the worlds problems, finances,
family responsibilities, who has time to … be happy?
Well time out, as it is said, time to change this plan of action, and get to the business of counting on myself as a resource for happiness, for it is me who has been created, it is you who has been individually given your own propensities and gifts; when if not now, will we explore what was so kindly packed for us?

Now, is appropriate to listen to the music, this beat of my inner drummer,
this soothing melody that is sweet to my own ears.
I need to listen for I want to know all the gifts that are there waiting for me to open.

Maybe this will help us all to find that which we seek, for isn’t it wonderful, when we see,
that it is so close.
The love we yearn for is ever here, but we have been too deaf, too blind to see what is so clearly …
right before us.

May this be music that will nurture your hearts, for I for one, require that nourishment.