The Garden

The garden was a small space.  We all grew up inside of it, we were all trying our hardest. You can't argue this, all of us carry the love of life inside of us the moment we are born, and those who don't , deserve the ultimate sympathy. We are all inside our own heads, why? Were we beaten into submission, does every out reach take more than it gives. Are lost between the spaces between the word and the sound, the space between the heard and the found. This is poetry, not just in the simple, written sense, but in the universal, forgiving and forever meaning sense. We are all part of a great mystery, at the moment, looking outwards for what has been inwards all along. The ego trip may be the worse part of this, we all feel seperate from each other, but, yet, we are the building blocks for each others souls, we are forgetting that non of us could truly go this alone, there would be no music, no communication and no art. We are increasingly leaving this garden, and entering the house. Inside the house are four walls, a solid floor, and a roof to blind us. Blind us from what you may ask? The eternal beat of life, each moment, for each of us, is beat in the songs of life's discovery. Non of us have egos, the ego is the means of interaction with the enviroment, and that is it. Turn on, tune in, and drop out? Impossible, you are always a part, you are always on and you can never drop out, even if you do. I'm sure we all know this, somewhere inside of us. I'm sure we are all aware, but right now it feels as if we are in a movie, or a game, or a series of events. Nuh uh sunshine, there is the one event, called you, and you are responsible the whole time, of course not if you have damage, a damaged soul not in charge. And in retrospect, we are all now damaged souls, always inside, and never exposed to the sunlight, the chitter-chatter of life, the meaning of meaning itself. As we are the beats moment to moment, our ideals are the melodies that carry out the function of creating more beats and developing a story line too. We need to stop the ignorance of culture, we have all been brainwashed into believing we are unique, individual, and use initiative, we are all processes of the same happening. Take any psychadelic, and you will realise this within a heartbeat. Infact, especially in the heartbeat, because if your gut and your heart has a brain then what is it really that you are controlling? The devil? No, we are all animals, we are all disgusting, when we are not in control, but humankind is just an over fetisisation of what could be if we were not animals. We need to understand this, instead of plopping people in prisons and schools, workplaces, houses. We are creating the catastrophe of the future. And infact, what I am talking about is most visable when there is no language, no prior understanding of human existence. I was lucky enough to suffer brain damage while under the influence of LSD, and now I have seen something that I believe everybody is born with, but we forget it within the moment of being seperated from our mothers. It's actually blatently obvious, we are all looking for progress, and for technological advancement. But true progress, has no progression, and is simply understanding the already immensly powerful, we need to create art, music, and dance. It is as simple as that. We only want more because we have been depraved of it so long. a huge disconnect is taking place. The true humans are the tribal, the ones that are still hunting and gathering. The ones that are devoted to love of music, they are the only ones that can save the world, and in fact, there is no saving the world, but they can set lost souls on the right path if they discover their passions. So tell me please, why are you anxious, why are you depressed, why are lost to as who you are, why are you confused about your gender roles, sexuality. Are you enslaved to your own mis-conceptions and mistreatment?. Where has this part of you gone, was it stolen when you were punished, was it stolen when you were wrong, was it taken when you were raped, did it dissapear when you did the wrong thing. Have you lost your song? Your voice? Your dance? Your meaning? What meaning? Do you understand. What is love? Not in the sense of lil wayne and eminem, but in the sense that it is just a word used to describe a way of being alive. All the ways of being alive. If you want to be "saved" then you better start singing, listening, singing and listening. iF SOMEONE WRONGS YOU, UNDERSTAND, THEY WERE TAUGHT THAT. They weren't inherently evil, they had to learn it. We were all born a blank canvas yet we are judged for our mis-places paint strokes, our lack of colour, but how are we meant to be perfect? When the artist is lost, who is the artist? What do you use your brain for? Can you picture, can you hear?  Can you deystroy? Can you create? Can you understand, and can you misunderstand? Can you see the light at the end? Or are you lost within the lights of the moment. Free yourself, let yourself breathe, let yourself sing, dance, make a rythm. And for god sake, please try to understand. There's nothing wrong for punishing yourself, or somebody else, for not being able to understand. There is only wrong in thinking that punishment ever works. It is the most frustrating thing that ever happens. At the base of our reality, are millenia of struggling people, and you do understand that the first man was the maddest of all monkeys, and the last man will be also. We are creative creatures, all we want to do is expand, and grow, and accept. So remember that the next time you think negatively of anything, this is all art, all distortions are intended. And you have all the power that you may think that you do not, but don't use that to assume you can change everything. Much like music, it's not the same experience everytime, but we are all trying. Can you not see that? For fuck sake can you not see that? Don't pretend or prefer your moral high ground based on a reality built purely out of fiction, imagination, and guilt, we all deserve the love. Even if you are dead-set that some of us surely don't. Like I said, we are all born blank canvases it is the lack of this understanding which destroys societies. Please, for the love of god, sing, and for the love of life, help people even if you can't, and when you feel like giving up. Give yourself music, art, and step back, and see how you can paint things differently. (always remember you can't force somebody or soemthing to change, you must learn how to accept aswell). We are the music of the world, and if all understanding, of this music, this jazz, this funk, and all accepting, even for those who are weaker and less capable, we can always relate, we can always understand, but of course, not always. I hope this makes sense to someone. i FEAR ART, HEART, IS THE ONLY WAY, AND NON OF US KNOW.

We are not beautiful. Life is.