Song-chronicity
The omnipresent spirit within all synchronicities
Long walk intended Nature had other ideas The birds in the trees stopped me to soak it all in I could tanka this I thought
But then this poem would have ended well before I am finished What are they saying to each other I wonder Very chatty they seem for mid-winter Is it mating season I ponder I doubt it and google so confirms There is no special food source to share nor predator to beware
Could it be, no, but maybe like Rufus the day of Rebirth that my expanding soul attracts attention
A song lyric just channeled into my mind Oh I know it so well as I am signing it silently but identity is escaping me and Elon Musk hasn’t yet adapted Neuralink to Shazam with a mind
Googled at home: “all the birds in the trees well they’d be singing so happily oh joyfully, playfully, watching me”
Shit how did I not place The Logical Song a favorite of mine since 1979
Marveling now at the synchronicities between songs I have loved forever and their import that lay unrevealed for decades and my present Journey to the East My floodgates open at the connection not only across space but time as well
I FINALLY KNOW WHO I AM!!
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical
As it seemed to my newborn self divinely innocent and full of awe and wonder in the image of Gods
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible Logical, oh responsible, practical And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical
As imagined by Ravyne Hawke and myself and touched upon by us synchronously in this publication in Ravyne’s We Are All Buddhas, Awakening to the awareness of who we truly are and have always been, what if instead of sensibility, and logic and practicality our education system taught us how to hone our intuition, sympathy, and empathy; what if it chagrinned fear and taught the power of love and compassion toward all above all else?
Just imagine it owning who we really are Beings of spirit
I was ending to tanka but haiku said it with less






