Toumani Diabaté , The Mande Variations (Full Album)

Tuba Skinny , Jubilee Stomp, Royal Street I 2018

Ali Farka Toure , Ai Du

Bobby McFerrin, I've Got a Feeling

how nice, made me laugh ..

Bobby McFerrin , Come to Me (1988)

Bobby McFerrin , Thinkin' About Your Body

Crow , Simon's Cat , SHORTS

Genesis , Entangled

"When you're asleep they may show you
Aerial views of the ground,
Freudian slumber empty of sound.

Over the rooftops and houses,
Lost as it tries to be seen,
Fields of incentive covered with green.

Mesmerised children are playing,
Meant to be seen but not heard,
"Stop me from dreaming!"
"Don't be absurd!"

"Well if we can help you we will,
You're looking tired and ill.
As I count backwards
Your eyes become heavier still.
Sleep, won't you allow yourself fall?
Nothing can hurt you at all.
With your consent
I can experiment further still."

Madrigal music is playing,
Voices can faintly be heard,
"Please leave this patient undisturbed."

Sentenced to drift far away now,
Nothing is quite what it seems,
Sometimes entangled in your own dreams.

"Well, if we can help you we will,
Soon as you're tired and ill.
With your consent
We can experiment further still.

Well, thanks to our kindness and skill
You'll have no trouble until
You catch your breath
And the nurse will present you the bill!"

Monteverdi , O rosetta che rosetta

stolen, with pleasure...

Waves, Haiku

Waves

lonely bird

riding  waves at night,

silent me

Abdication from desire

when the soul flies
in sleep, it goes to
touch the butterflies,
plays hide and seek

with grasshoppers
and sparrows, it grows
with the scent of flowers,
never leaves my skin

which stirs through the night,
always breathes with me
this graceful pilgrim, this
bird made of dream and love,

so easily frightened by
visions, monsters  and  pain,
soul so much alive, awake.
i must get up and give

shelter and tenderness
to this small hungry bird,
i will give it water and hope
so it will not die at day.

all these souls, i see them
at night hovering on crosses
and roses and lakes,
on chimneys, on cars.

they gather together, seek
protection, they know too
too well the danger of light,
of human reason and deeds.

they all long for a home,
for warmth, but though
they know each other they
cannot melt in sweetness.

and so i abdicate from desire,
from politeness, from lies,
opinions, from philosophy,
just please let me kindly go.

home.

Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths, A New Refutation of Time

"Once matter and spirit — which are continuities — are negated, once space too is negated, I do not know with what right we retain that continuity which is time. Outside each perception (real or conjectural) matter does not exist; outside each mental state spirit does not exist; neither does time exist outside the present moment."
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"The vociferous catastrophes of a general order — fires, wars, epidemics — are one single pain, illusorily multiplied in many mirrors."
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"And yet, and yet… Denying temporal succession, denying the self, denying the astronomical universe, are apparent desperations and secret consolations. Our destiny … is not frightful by being unreal; it is frightful because it is irreversible and iron-clad. Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire. The world, unfortunately, is real; I, unfortunately, am Borges."


note:
this is a wonderful book, brilliant.i devoured it, many months ago, one could say it like this.

and  i deeply feel this as truth. there is nothing 'absolute', all is as real as it is unreal, and indeed i am time and time is an individual experience different for each being on earth and a different experience from moment to moment, constricting, pausing, expanding... what we all have in common is that our time in this life will end with death. this is what makes time blood and  breath and 'at times' nearly too real...when we give time for another being we give blood and breath.

we can say 'unfortunately' as Borges does, it is a matter of attitude and grace.
as for me, i'd say these days easily 'unfortunately'...maybe it will change, maybe i will, maybe my experience of my time will.

i must go into silence and stretch out inside.
let all go, remove all what blocks my flow and all what is not necessary.
necessary is a simple word but quite complicated when you start to think and feel on it as  'essential'. 

there is no surgical removal of 'I' but death. and though ego is illusion i cannot live without  me and bearing this apparent contradiction is difficult, it is much better
to live with poles of ego and non-ego-and it is possible to see this way.
and with this perspective we can view universal patterns and flow and enter
and leave other beings' times, stay as companions or separate.

observing the flight of birds....it tells me all i need to know on instinct
and on flow. they fly because they fly.