When Life evolves to that place
Where Self and Life interface,
With Soul and World perceived as one,
Time and Being become as one.
This sacred matrimony, once in place,
Bequeathed, holds to its patterns and its pace.
Novel things break in to have their way,
Forsake such bliss for fancies of the day;
Wild oats of Ego fly at the face
Of downtrodden youth, still yearning for its grace.
Greed and lust run naked in the street,
Till Life confronts the Soul it has to meet.
Nature waits out these wars against her will;
The springs of Life, from tears, again refill.
Copyright 2001-2015 L. S. Heatherly
Showing posts with label ego. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ego. Show all posts
Aug 21, 2015
Jan 13, 2013
Soul Songs: Humanity Retaken
Taking root, a song again long-stirs,
Freeing up souls of songsters;
Patient is the waiting spirit's hold
On universal, human heart and soul:
These songs, by nature's knowing of what's just,
Sprout from shared humanity deep within us.
Soul songs, deeper than personality, ego, career;
Wider than ethnocentricity and all fetters
Of nations, industries and language- letters.
Listen! Beyond the many ways love hardens,
Songwriters seed soul songs
Outside the annual, commercial song-gardens!
Sprouting sounds from heart's perennial ground,
Ringing out the universal, song-garden,
Singing shared humanity, unbound.
In the end, alone, one call is there:
To share or not to share,
To sing the soul
Or enter-tain a show,
To free or not to free--
To be or not to be.
Copyright L.S. Heatherly 2013
Freeing up souls of songsters;
Patient is the waiting spirit's hold
On universal, human heart and soul:
These songs, by nature's knowing of what's just,
Sprout from shared humanity deep within us.
Soul songs, deeper than personality, ego, career;
Wider than ethnocentricity and all fetters
Of nations, industries and language- letters.
Listen! Beyond the many ways love hardens,
Songwriters seed soul songs
Outside the annual, commercial song-gardens!
Sprouting sounds from heart's perennial ground,
Ringing out the universal, song-garden,
Singing shared humanity, unbound.
In the end, alone, one call is there:
To share or not to share,
To sing the soul
Or enter-tain a show,
To free or not to free--
To be or not to be.
Copyright L.S. Heatherly 2013
Jun 23, 2012
Songs and Singers: Ego's Royalties and Empires
The singer's ego and personality, along with voice, unite in an artistry
of artificials, overriding and burying the common, sharing human soul.
Songsters and music are left to excavate fleeting embraces of the human soul,
originally, freely shared within the whole self of family-communty-ecovillage.
Words, words, words; music, music, music! What artificial inequities have been
seductively created via ego-self, industry and commerce! All part of an escalating
destruction of Earth's natural, free-flowing humanity!
The growing of one Modern Royalty! Performer/artist's royalties are not called
royal-ties for naught. Democracy has been programmed into the glorification
of personal empires of power and opulence.
The bancruptcy of civilization is seen, for one, when its songs are of the
individuals desire's and loves; when the heart is centered in selfish, personal,
affairs/matters of the heart and material gains to the body's life. Human family,
community and soul are abducted. These siren songs stealthily help carry humankind
onto the endangered species list.
Gone, long-ago, are natural, human song and music-- millenia-old! Once, Humanity's
indigenous, natural, authentic songs and music were central to village ceremonies,
celebrations, spiritual requests, thankfulness, inclusiveness and unity! Natural songs
express, manifest and sustain village, tribe, family, birth, death, puberty, marriage,
hunting, fishing, rain, harvests, harmony. Ultimately, songs must represent the innate,
ecological-ontological-spiritual sacredality found in Earth's humanity. Instead, they
increasingly center on the wealthy one percent's reception of time, money and
idolatry from the oppressed masses.
The story of songs and singers in the Modern Age is the story of the
artist's ego and voice out-singing the lyrics, out-performing the song, and out-casting
(what little, if any) meaning, message, social value and well-being delivered.
With all high-tech communications, the medium becomes the message.
The medium of television stood out early. But preceding TV, the medium of
ego and personality, bonded in marriage, was and remains the message. One
measure of a great song is how it, nonchalantly, outlasts all singers of it.
An authentic, human song delivers and shares some of the naturally selected,
deposited, layered and patterned gold and gems of universal, human culture and
soul. These are bequeathed, generation to generation, through eons, of natural
human culture-- families, camps, villages within ecosystem-habitats of Earth.
Todays Modern sci-technics, commercialism, materialism and Plutocratic,
oligarchic empires feeds on the decay and oppression of our human nurturome
(or culturome).
Humanity is a human, sociocultural ecosphere within and part of
Earth-life's ecosystem-habitats. The natural, authentic, human song
excavates lost treasures that have been oppressed and overrun by
civilization socioculture's arrogant enterprises, disenfranchising the people.
These lost, ecological and human purities are recaptued by one, or a few
artists, working away at the real work-- of excaving our lives, beings, cultures
and souls. They dig up and regenerate from 'civil', phoney, elitist constructs
our humanity's full, whole, ecological self-life-world midst Earth-life!
True artists are representative human beings: representing Earth's human
species. A species infected by the invasive, alien violations infected into
humanity by an arrogant one tenth of one percent, vitally assisted by the
entire one percent.
Getting to brass tacks: how can a largely pure and natural act of human sharing:
delivering humanity's recaptued sounds, movements and language; how can this
natural action occur on an artificial, commercial stage, and surrounded by a largely
artificialized, commercialized, dispirited, disheartened, dis-souled audience?
Art often talks the talk of soul. But, its delivery arrives, bearing nearly
nothing of soul, nor natural, common sense and fairness.
Further still, how can the singer and musician pull up from human depths;
then, grasp, maintain, and share human purities of sound, language and human
presence itself; whilst swimming in a sea of diverse toxins created and
defended by a greedy, dominant one tenth of one percent of the people upon
the Earth!
Any redeeming carriage of purity and naturality into the artificial systems
and ideologies of civilization is, merely, illusory. The general reality of
music is hoax, sham, egoism and creative self-rightious elitism. It is a
creative-art empire-kingdom-complex.
It is only by slight of hand, movement, sound, imagination; by slight of
language, light, high techics, fantasy and spectacle, that such illusions and
delusions regularly are disguised as glories of elitist, stratified, oppressive
civilizations.
The democratic spirit represents:
power to the people.
The Modern Artistic spirit represents:
power to the artists diverse, commercial empires.
L.S Heatherly 2012
of artificials, overriding and burying the common, sharing human soul.
Songsters and music are left to excavate fleeting embraces of the human soul,
originally, freely shared within the whole self of family-communty-ecovillage.
Words, words, words; music, music, music! What artificial inequities have been
seductively created via ego-self, industry and commerce! All part of an escalating
destruction of Earth's natural, free-flowing humanity!
The growing of one Modern Royalty! Performer/artist's royalties are not called
royal-ties for naught. Democracy has been programmed into the glorification
of personal empires of power and opulence.
The bancruptcy of civilization is seen, for one, when its songs are of the
individuals desire's and loves; when the heart is centered in selfish, personal,
affairs/matters of the heart and material gains to the body's life. Human family,
community and soul are abducted. These siren songs stealthily help carry humankind
onto the endangered species list.
Gone, long-ago, are natural, human song and music-- millenia-old! Once, Humanity's
indigenous, natural, authentic songs and music were central to village ceremonies,
celebrations, spiritual requests, thankfulness, inclusiveness and unity! Natural songs
express, manifest and sustain village, tribe, family, birth, death, puberty, marriage,
hunting, fishing, rain, harvests, harmony. Ultimately, songs must represent the innate,
ecological-ontological-spiritual sacredality found in Earth's humanity. Instead, they
increasingly center on the wealthy one percent's reception of time, money and
idolatry from the oppressed masses.
The story of songs and singers in the Modern Age is the story of the
artist's ego and voice out-singing the lyrics, out-performing the song, and out-casting
(what little, if any) meaning, message, social value and well-being delivered.
With all high-tech communications, the medium becomes the message.
The medium of television stood out early. But preceding TV, the medium of
ego and personality, bonded in marriage, was and remains the message. One
measure of a great song is how it, nonchalantly, outlasts all singers of it.
An authentic, human song delivers and shares some of the naturally selected,
deposited, layered and patterned gold and gems of universal, human culture and
soul. These are bequeathed, generation to generation, through eons, of natural
human culture-- families, camps, villages within ecosystem-habitats of Earth.
Todays Modern sci-technics, commercialism, materialism and Plutocratic,
oligarchic empires feeds on the decay and oppression of our human nurturome
(or culturome).
Humanity is a human, sociocultural ecosphere within and part of
Earth-life's ecosystem-habitats. The natural, authentic, human song
excavates lost treasures that have been oppressed and overrun by
civilization socioculture's arrogant enterprises, disenfranchising the people.
These lost, ecological and human purities are recaptued by one, or a few
artists, working away at the real work-- of excaving our lives, beings, cultures
and souls. They dig up and regenerate from 'civil', phoney, elitist constructs
our humanity's full, whole, ecological self-life-world midst Earth-life!
True artists are representative human beings: representing Earth's human
species. A species infected by the invasive, alien violations infected into
humanity by an arrogant one tenth of one percent, vitally assisted by the
entire one percent.
Getting to brass tacks: how can a largely pure and natural act of human sharing:
delivering humanity's recaptued sounds, movements and language; how can this
natural action occur on an artificial, commercial stage, and surrounded by a largely
artificialized, commercialized, dispirited, disheartened, dis-souled audience?
Art often talks the talk of soul. But, its delivery arrives, bearing nearly
nothing of soul, nor natural, common sense and fairness.
Further still, how can the singer and musician pull up from human depths;
then, grasp, maintain, and share human purities of sound, language and human
presence itself; whilst swimming in a sea of diverse toxins created and
defended by a greedy, dominant one tenth of one percent of the people upon
the Earth!
Any redeeming carriage of purity and naturality into the artificial systems
and ideologies of civilization is, merely, illusory. The general reality of
music is hoax, sham, egoism and creative self-rightious elitism. It is a
creative-art empire-kingdom-complex.
It is only by slight of hand, movement, sound, imagination; by slight of
language, light, high techics, fantasy and spectacle, that such illusions and
delusions regularly are disguised as glories of elitist, stratified, oppressive
civilizations.
The democratic spirit represents:
power to the people.
The Modern Artistic spirit represents:
power to the artists diverse, commercial empires.
L.S Heatherly 2012
Apr 13, 2011
Stopping by Woods on a Showy Descending
................................................................................................
For Earth (her Life's days, eons, Her peoples),
and for Robert Frost, U.S. Poet, 1874-1963:
and for Robert Frost, U.S. Poet, 1874-1963:
from Frost's watching "woods fill up with snow" and his personal
"promises to keep" to Our watching Earth and Humanity fill up
with technological polution; and our going-scarce promises of "Earth's
human soul to keep."
...........................................................................................
Prologue:
As scope, screen and lense, told not the why.
We failed to pull Her pure Life near,
And hold Earth-human systems dear.
I.
Whose truths these were, we barely know;
Their home: old, organic village though.
They and Earth, divine us stopping here
To mourn their truths, now, buried low.
II.
Our mortgaged hearts sense love is near,
Stopping here to quell our fear:
To foil ego's desire and greed,
Should soul aspire an Earth so dear.
III.
These truths give shackled hearts a break,
Calm civil mind's deep Human-quake.
The only other move's the creep
Of Human Nature's rape, History's true mistake.
IV.
High-tech arts are charming, dark and deep.
But we've Earth's human soul to keep,
Truths to regrow, 'fore we humans sleep.
Truths to regrow, 'fore we humans sleep.
Epilogue:
Stopping by Earth's life descending,
Her powers, she will be defending--
Our coldness to Life, rescending.
L.S. Heatherly 2010-2013 All rights reserved
To mourn their truths, now, buried low.
II.
Our mortgaged hearts sense love is near,
Stopping here to quell our fear:
To foil ego's desire and greed,
Should soul aspire an Earth so dear.
III.
These truths give shackled hearts a break,
Calm civil mind's deep Human-quake.
The only other move's the creep
Of Human Nature's rape, History's true mistake.
High-tech arts are charming, dark and deep.
But we've Earth's human soul to keep,
Truths to regrow, 'fore we humans sleep.
Truths to regrow, 'fore we humans sleep.
Stopping by Earth's life descending,
Her powers, she will be defending--
Our coldness to Life, rescending.
L.S. Heatherly 2010-2013 All rights reserved
.......................................................................................
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)