Om Tryambakam Yajamahe Sugandhim Pushtivardhanam Urvarukamiva Bandhanan Mrityor Mukshiya Maamritat
aum = Is a sacred syllable in Sanatan Dharma tryambakam = The three-eyed one yajāmahe = We adore, honor and worship sugandhim = Sweet fragrance puṣṭi = A fullness of life vardhanam = One who nourishes and strengthens health and wealth puṣṭi+vardhanam = The one who nourishes others and ensures their fullness urvārukam-iva = Like the cucumber or melon or a big peach bandhanān = “From captivity” mṛtyormukṣīya = Free, liberate from death mā’mṛtāt = Immortality
Sing « Akaal », sing « person of light »
My body & my spirit are becoming one I’m hearing you, I’m seeing you The Pachamama & Me are becoming one My heart is enlightening all of you
All my cells are becoming stars I’m hearing you, i’m seeing you All my thoughts are going far My heart is becoming all of you
There’re no more doubts There’re no more fears There’re no more faults There’re no more tears
I’m everything, I’m everywhere There’s no more time, no more space Only energy, light and cells And an eternal feelings of happiness
Sing « Akaal », sing ‘til your heart is telling you …
If I were blue, a melancholy blue, I might try and find some gentle ‘seasoning’.
Sickly sweet, like nothing …
One of my favorite artists always has the right thing to say … singing to me in the silence, breaking open that box. I did not list the lyrics correctly above, but this is what my mind felt as I listened. Link to the actual beauty of song below.
My idea was to get out of the house early in the day, go for a drive, maybe find some music somewhere.
I got hung up on the darn google search and social media. At 2pm my roommate asked if I was still going out. Yes! I replied.
I made my way toward the mountain. I was just that way on Friday, so I cut over and went toward the clackamas river, and on up the hill toward the ranger station. As I crested the hill before descending and entering the rivers area, I snapped a view of the rolling hill tops.
Beautiful place, but the fire from several years ago left it’s ugly scar across much of the land.
I stopped along the river to catch a sight and took a short video and a few pics.
The stone stairs were pretty cool, and steep!
I turned around and headed back to town because a classical string band was going to be playing a free concert in the park! It was really a relaxing and peaceful experience.
I took a few video clips and merged them so you can have an idea of the sounds.
Here it is, evening. I am tempted to retire early and see what dreams may come.
May the coming days bring you abundant blessing. 🙏🏼❤️
As a young girl nearing high school graduation I remember singing this song, sure that some day some wonderful man would feel this way about me.
Forty plus years have gone by and I’m left perplexed. Does this even happen? Sincerely? Or are they all actually only thinking about what they can gain from being with you … sex, wages, driver, cooked food, clean laundry, a punching bag, legal slave …
I’ve just about determined this world is screwed, that the human DNA had a fail safe, an internal switch that went off at a given time where people just start imploding. The person, the family unit, the city or town, the country … all (seemingly) going straight to hell.
It’s difficult to have faith in true love after so much time and so many examples (some personal, others not) of its non-existence.
I have a book that is about a subject which fascinates me and my curiosity about it (need to know) caused me to purchase it for $70. It sits on my end table as a reminder… read me … yet all I seem to want to do currently is sit back and listen to love songs. I especially love the men when they sing of love in their hearts, the love they rarely let show in a healthy manner.
Well, I suppose there will come a day the book opens, or a movie gets played … until then I’ll continue trying to remember my belief in love.