SWEET SKIN, SMOOTH SKIN

The drum captivated me within like a mesmerized savage I begin to move my hands over and over again. My mind channels, and I tap in into the drum and the playing hands of nations, Tomba, Quinto, Conga, Djun, Daiko, Dejembes, Bongos, Native American drums play, play, lets play in unison and stay with me through this journey. I stand naked in the sun by brown body glistening with natural oil for the playing has just begun. My communication are my brown hands in blurring motion. I play with rhythm, I play with finesse, I play to the spirits of the trees and the eagles hovering above because they know what is best. Hear my power from my skins, I stand here naked to winds the drumming nations know no sin. Hear my call for the Bula and Segond to join me and bring the Loa with you too. With a combination of drumming and dancing spirits they'll know what to do. I hear the drums their echos ride the horizons, the creator is here also to dance among us. We chant are voices are ubiquity, our naked hands slap the sweet skins, the smooth skins, the naked skins, harnessed by a shell. As drummers we are under one spell.

Drum and release yourself! There is no orthodox beatings here just the seedlings and the spirits trying to free themselves from your blood, flesh, and body. Free yourself and join others we can vibrate the moon, sweet skins, smooth skins, naked skins slap them and let your music begin.

STRANDS OF THE STEEL THAT SING

My best friend got me this acoustic guitar one day because I was a song writer with out an portable instrument.

My songs were in my head, sometimes day and night, sometimes night and day. I could never seem to put them away. Sometimes they were acoustic, other times they were rythmic, sometimes they were ballads but they always came rapid. My songs were studio sessions and sometmes live, I could walk to a different beat and my life feels high.

I could turn them off but I could never turn them on the switch it was systematic, it would rollick me in my dream state. My mind is its own player, I have lyrics on napkins and the back of memos to prove it.

The day I opened the box it was like pandora's it was gift from the god's. I caressed it's wooden body and my mind went into a fog, I followed the strings from its bridge to its fret board and watch them wrap around the knobs like a begging lover.

I plucked the strings with a pick, I fondled the frets to make my fingers stick, I stroked the strings like caressing nylon thighs to only hear a melody cry. I rolled my eyes in my head and connected, I experimented with different chords just to be excepted. The strings sang to me and begged me to prolong and work with them while we worked on a song.

The Things I Appreciate. Stop, Look, Listen

I want you to stop, look , and listen around you and enjoy. Use either your outer vision or your inner vision and explore. Listen to the wind, listen to the rain, listen to sound of a child's voice, or listen to the things you say drive you playfully insane. Look at a hummingbird, how challenging its life is, but how simple it makes it look. Stop look and listen to the moving water in a creek. Stop and observe the gentleness of water as it trickles with speed, look at the power as it pushes small things out of it way. Listen as it changes its's sound and gurgles as it swirls and fills it way into small spaces and creates tiny pools. Use your inner ear and appreciate the sound of the your heart beat. Stop, look and listen to the things around you.
I'm going to list a few of the things I appreciate daily. Far all those who read this blog, send me a list things you appreciate. Regardless of how simple those things are.

My Appreciation List

• I appreciate my life each and everyday
• I appreciate my best friend and all the things she does
• I appreciate my son and his bright growing spirit
• I appreciate my friends because their all different
• I appreciate my ears because they allow me to hear and love the joy of music.
• I appreciate my eyes it allows me to see all there is to see
• I appreciate my mind it allows me to be me.
• I appreciate a good song or a peice of music.
• I appreciate my guitar when a song that have written come together.
• I appreciate the energy of the creator that is in everything.

THE THINGS I LIKED TODAY

• 02/23/07 Pandora.com
• 02/23/07 A cup of Starbucks coffee with 2.5 raw sugars and a splash of cream
• 02/23/07 dinner with my family
• 02/25/07 A easy sunday morning sleeping in to 9:00 am
• 02/25/07 Bathing my dog
• 02/25/07 Two hundred crunches, 50 push-ups 1/2 hour of yoga, 20 mins of meditation, my Wii Fit
• 02/25/07 Watching a Hawk land in my european birch tree
• 02/25/07 Watching the oscars while nibbling on trail mix
• 11/30/07 Talking to my friends in person or via email
• 11/30/07 Having a nice job
• 11/30/07 Listening to Classical music on Pandora.com
• 12/03/07 The love of my wife Siri because she is forgiving and understanding
• 12/15/07 Listening to N.P.R.
• 12/15/07 Seeing my Koi swiming around because the sun warmed the water a little.
• 12/15/07 Watching Siri and my son making Christmas cookies
• 03/07/08 My Birthday
• 03/12/08 My Zune network
• 03/14/08 A phone call from a friend or a family member.
• 08/21/08 A good laugh

MY ZEN (The opening statement)

You may reach me, you may even call my name but chances are I'm on another plane.
When I am assorbed I am disconnected to be connected .
You are here, I am in there in the my space of retreat.
You may open a door and try to explore but all we'll be sharing is the same seat.
My sphere is deep and the sound of silence is a feat for me to hear.

MY ZEN, MY GARDEN, MY POND AND ME

Like silk curtains the sun's rays draped my window. My dog Cayenne lies curled up in a fury bundle in the middle of the quiet room. I can tell by his deep breathing his energy has been harnessed as the house cat uses this opportunity to stalk like a lion sliently from room to room for the kingdom is her's as the beast, her foe sleeps. In lotus harmony I sat. For the truth is one in the cosmos and the truth can't be spoken. I stared at my guitar for a breif minute as if the E flat minor beckoned me but it's wood body and it's steel strings dress didnt twitch. It to slumbered and really didn't want to be played with.

There was something else moving through the rooms and around the shadows of the furniture. Its pace made no noise, but yet it called me in a whisper. "Caged spirit" it called. The thermostat stayed warm which means its existance was positive so I listened. It called again even quieter "Caged spirit" as it passed through the inside walls into the outside light . I walked toward the outdoors where it rushed to because it was insistent. I found myself walking and meditating beyond the garage door into my past time paradise.

The winds of March pushed itself around objects that it wasnt strong enough move. But the bamboo wind chimes did not sound, the leaf buds on the trees stopped their process, the birds in the feeders and on the trellis paused their spring summoning songs, the bulbs that slumbered in the winter cool garden bed held back from pushing their new lives towards the sun, the tattered blade carpet stopped its green process for a moment to observe me standing on the outbounds of the backyard tranquility to see what I would do. I acknowledged their busy existance and smiled proud. Nature resumed, I took a deep, healthy breath in and let out ions into this joyous atmosphere. My eyes search the sky poetically and wondered if the streaks of white against the pastel blue would swell and even perhaps create thunder.

I took my shoes off and stepped from the cement patio on to the cool moist earth. I walked over and sat down by the pond that looked like a large bowl with ecosystem water in it. It moved with surface air and below its atomizing reflection, colors flashed and flashed . I closed my eyes and called to the moving colors like native american spirits. "I call Kohaku, I call Sanke, Gin Shiro Utsuri, I call Bekko in the name of your Japanese ancestors I call you to the surface of the ripple and feed for the spring call. " Today I will meditate and praise all that exist and be thankful down to the molecules. The creator is present as am I, we are one, we are one, under the solar sun.