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Poetry in music: May the Long Time Sun Shine Upon You

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You & I learned this song ages ago, it seems, and it’s still a good one to start the day, to end kundalini yoga class, to wish on some good friend who’s leaving, or to sing with the kids before it’s time to dream.

Written by Mike Heron and shared with yoga students all over the world, it’s a little reminder that, as Ram Dass says, we’re all walking each other home.

I’m honoured to get this chance to sing it & play it for you.

May all love surround you, my friend.
Blessings –
Brother Ian

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Writings: Maybe, from the sun, hey….

The solar age is dawning…and just maybe it’s not a new idea. Here’s Jimmy Stewart in “You Can’t Take It with You” in 1938.

As we work our way to an ideal in life that the things we do are connected with sharing & healing, it feels pretty natural to begin the process of moving away from oil-based energy, which leaves a mess to be cleaned up, in so many ways, to the warmth & light of Brother Sun.

Here’s Jimmy:

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Poetry: Good morning, starshine….

On the ferry from Port Angeles to Victoria this morning at sunrise, as dreams wove into the fog across the water....photo by Ian Byington.
On the ferry from Port Angeles to Victoria this morning at sunrise, as dreams wove into the fog across the water….photo by Ian Byington.

i thank you god for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun’s birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any–lifted from the no
of all nothing–human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

e.e. cummings

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Thoughts: Morning really has broken….

The sunrise yesterday morning over Chattanooga, Tennessee in the States....that's the gold of morning separating the blue sky above & the foggy, low clouds below, from an early hike on Lookout Mountain. Photo by Ian Byington.
The sunrise yesterday morning over Chattanooga, Tennessee in the States….that’s the gold of morning separating the blue sky above & the foggy, low clouds below, from an early hike on Lookout Mountain. Photo by Ian Byington.

The morning, most days, is so beautiful that it’s really a good thing that it fades into the clear day….otherwise we wouldn’t get anything done! The morning’s colours fade, easily & gently, into that special place in our hearts where the embers warm us, through the morning hours & the rest of the day.

Robert Frost says, “Nothing gold can stay,” but I think that’s true only on the morning’s horizon. The gold of remembered dreams, the golden fire of waking to the magic we can do in the world, and the blaze that accompanies our burning desire to share & to heal each day – these never go out.

Here’s a little morning song for you from the Incredible String Band (click here to hear, you hear?)

May the longtime sun shine upon  you
All love surround you
And the pure white light within you
Guide your way home.

 – Brother Ian

Thought for the day…


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-- Vaclav Havel

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