Each day – with every single breath –
I become more dead ~ [and more spirit-alive!]
The light energy eternal cleanses and purifies into glowing transformation!
The very Godhead is the vibe of abundance!
Connected!
The mystic filament that transforms oneness of light and love
Is awakened!
More spirit alive, gentle instrument of subtle melodic abundance
Each day I become more dead.

When I used to play it, I plied it. I pleaded from the bottom up:
It was like a tea-chest bass, circa skiffle ‘56
Found lying idle in someone’s backyard storage shed
Pawed hard with plonk by the clumsiest most musically disinclined,
too arrhythmic for the washboard or to learn to mimic drum beat on-beat approximation of time

 

Dead end. Busy signal. Disconnect.

 

On the contrast, when it comes from whence
It is the delicate instrument of most angelic silent masterful secret chords
Melodies of subtlest purity love in song
Transforming perpetual
Moment by moment
Unceasingly.
Pure.
One.
Om.