Poetry: In the circle of the warriors…

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Ashore, near Tofino, BC – photo by Ian Byington

The Warrior
by Hafiz

The warriors tame
The beast in their past
So that the night’s hoofs
Can no longer break the jeweled vision
In the heart.

The intelligent and the brave
Open every closet in the future and evict
All the mind’s ghosts who have the bad habit
Of barfing everywhere.

For a long time the Universe
Has been germinating in your spine
But only a Saint has the talent,
The courage to slay
The past-giant, the future-anxieties.

The warrior
Wisely sits in a circle
With other men
Gathering the strength to unmask
Himself,
Then
Sits, giving,
like a great illumined planet on
The
Earth.

Poetry of music: Wooden you sing along?

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Although I don’t usually post adverts here in The World According to Brother Ian, sometimes I do, because that’s where the music is (gotta listen, everywhere!)

This one is trying to sell wood-cased cell phones, but the way it gets there is pretty awesome…give a listen:

https://youtu.be/c84C6YZirzE

Poetry in music: “Love Someone,” with Jason Mraz & Raining Jane

Jason Mraz, with Raining Jane (Mai, center; Chaska, bottom right; Mona, bottom left; and Becky, top left)
Jason Mraz, with Raining Jane (Mai, center; Chaska, bottom right; Mona, bottom left; and Becky, top left)

Love Someone, by Jason Mraz

Love is a funny thing
Whenever I give it – it comes back to me
And it’s wonderful to be giving with my whole heart
As my heart receives your love

Oh, ain’t it nice this life we got each other
I am right beside you
More than just a partner or a lover,
I’m your friend

When you love someone
Your heartbeat beats so loud
When you love someone
Your feet can’t feel the ground
Shining stars all seem to congregate around your face
When you love someone
It comes back to you

And love is a funny thing
It’s making my blood flow with energy
And it’s like an awakened dream
Oh what I’ve been wishing for is happening
And it’s right on time

Oh ain’t it nice tonight we got each other
I am right beside you
More than just a partner or a lover
I’m your friend

When you love someone
Your heartbeat beats so loud
When you love someone
Your feet can’t feel the ground
Shining stars all seem to congregate around your face
When you love someone

When you love someone

I gonna give myself to love tonight
I’ll lift you up to touch the moonlight
And we will savor every second we
Spend together you and I will

We’re gonna give ourselves to love tonight
Lifting up to touch the starlight
And we will savor every second we
Suspend together you and I will
You and I will, you and I will

When you love someone
Your heartbeat beats so loud
When you love someone
Your feet can’t feel the ground
Shining stars all seem to congregate
Around your face when you love someone
When you love someone
It comes back to you

Poetry of music: Playing for change, with the Grateful Dead’s “Ripple”

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If there’s a video that encompasses the global impact of the Grateful Dead, it’s this one as musicians in Italy, Israel, Ghana, California, Louisiana, Mississippi, Illinois and many other states and countries come together to contribute to this montage centered around “Ripple.” Among the musicians included David Crosby, Jimmy Buffett, David Hidalgo and of course, Bill Kreutzmann, along with a slew of others.

The video was created in support of the Playing for Change Foundation’s music schools and programs for children worldwide. More information on the “Ripple Effect” campaign can be found here. Watch the full video below.

Poetry: Open me, close me

Opening of the day, closing of the night, and the awakening of the light within me....early morning at the ferry terminal in Anacortes, Washington, USA
Opening of the day, closing of the night, and the awakening of the light within me….early morning at the ferry terminal in Anacortes, Washington, USA, with the sun behind Mount Baker. Photo by Ian Byington.

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

~e. e. cummings