As human beings, we are living life to learn to be divinely confident, just like cummings' flowers in "who knows if the moon's a balloon." We achieve godliness, Eternal Life, Nirvana or whatever name you choose to call the perfection of the Best Self when we can confidently and honestly say, "I belong here, in this beautiful, creative, eternal place, because I am beautiful, creative and eternal." We can pick ourselves, too.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Before I became a "real" musician, I painted. Oils. I 'd become too excited about the application, eschewed the distance of a brush, preferring the immediacy of putting paint to canvas with my fingers. Sometimes, I worried chemicals from the paint and turps might soak too deeply into my fingers, but when I imagined the hues seeping into my skin like tattoos, the worry went away: I had all the colors inside my fingertips. I think of that sort of image sometimes when I'm practicing -- I hope my color-drenched fingers make vibrantly shaded songs.
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You need to do a CD with liner notes composed of your poetry :)
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