Being-in-the-World demo

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As I’m getting ready for my trip, I decided to lay down some tracks for a song I wrote a while ago during my period of intensive meditation. Jonas Mekas helped out with some of his musings, Martin Heidegger with some of the concepts from his philosophy, and most definitely the school of thought usually categorized under the term “Advaita Vedanta”. These were all big inspirations.

Now please, don your finest tie-dye sarong, brew some tea, light some incense, pack your bong, align your chakras, and get ready for your ears to be graced by my sappiest, most hippied out song evah.

You wake in this life, holding close, the knots you tie
Waiting for a glimpse of heaven
You stumble through the night, what you see multiplies
Til’ you can’t see where you’re going
In the sun we wake up, advaita
in the moon we’re singing, advaita
In all that moves through my mind, advaita

Our souls, they swarm
Pull out, these thorns
We swam, through lives
Where was, our prize?

You open the door, fall through time, emptied out
There’s no waiting for the sun now
What’s left, for you now? The river flows through the tao
And the wind whispers the secret
In the sun we wake up, advaita
in the moon we’re singing, advaita
In all that moves through my mind, advaita

The shapes, we hold 
Cover, and fold
The wings, we hide
Always, Inside

Sometimes, these sights, break right through my skin, and fill me
Now this black is white, now this day is night, how this passage twists and turns and pulls me(repeated)
Up, into the night, into this light, that we now enfold, where the baby eye would open

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