An estimated 100 million songs have been written, sung and released.
The same spiritual inquiry applies to all of them.
AM I THE SINGER OR THE SONG?
Who is singing?
Is the singer separate from the singing?
Is there one activity going on?
namely just singing?
or are there two activities?
– the singing and the singer?
If there are two activities,
do they co-exist with each other?
If they co-exist, then the singer could interrupt the singing,
The singing could interrupt the singer.
Does the singing and the singer exist apart?
If they exist apart, which one comes first?
If there is a singer without a song,
then anybody can call themselves a singer.
If there is only singing,
Then who states “This is singing”?
Am I the singer, singing and the song?
If so, then am I tied to three identities?
Am I something else?
Let us not reject the singer, the singing and the song.
Let us not live in the spell of the singer and the song.
Ah, anguish for the singer dissolves
Ah, anguish about the singing and song fade away
Ah, peace of mind reveals the Creative.
What a sublime joy – to know the untying of the Creative.
Let’s sing to that.
Something and nothing in equal measure.
Yes!!
I just read what Rick said.
I love this. Something and nothing in equal measure.
I get this. Actually, I more like feel it, ‘cos I never get anything. Something and nothing in equal measure.
Funny isn’t it, how some things you feel just seem like home within, and its not like I have to travel to them, more like I have to un-travel. What?? What is un-travelling I ask myself.
Thankyou wise people.
any attempt to describe the momentum is just that….an attempt to describe the momentum…including this one…what a wonderful exploration this is to find we are something and nothing in equal measure,,,,,,,
Hmm. Very interesting. I like this wild approach. Inspiring. By wild I mean unhindered by the conditioned ways of looking at things.
I love the verse that starts each line with ‘there is no truth to’ …: then ends ‘what a relief.’
Tell you why I love it, because I don’t understand it, and yet I do. I like the mystery. The atmosphere. It speaks to my soul.
I love things that I don’t understand, yet somehow do. I can’t control them with my reason.
This posting reminds me of the poems in my book by Michael McClure (my favourite Beat poet), called Touching The Edge, Dharma Devotions From The Hummingbird Sangha.
I read it most days. I don’t understand a word of it, haha, yet I do.
Singing is so amazing. What about singing then? It’s pure breath, sort of, is it? Breathe in, breathe out, the song rides the breath like a surfer catching a wave.
When did humans first discover singing? Did singing come after talking, or before? I have to find out now. Must know about the first type of song ever sung by a human. Perhaps it was a chant.
Is a song different to a chant?