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Give Me Music

“An’, as [music] blowed an’ blowed,
I often looked up at the sky
an’ assed meself the question–
what is the stars,
what is the stars?”
Juno and the Paycock
Sean O’Casey

Our sacred choir
prepares a new anthem
which, in summary, goes:

I have the deep soul blues today,
so Give Me Music.

This troubles me
because Music erupts from within,
more primal than a commodity to be delivered
upon command.

What is wrapped and presented from outside
we may hear only as voices with rhythm
and harmony
and unresolved dissonance–
but all these together
are not yet our enchanting music muse
fully investing
infesting
musing through us.

Choral inside voiced music,
resonate through all four voices,
sharing our deep-rooted muse,
blues soul longing to speak and dance
music of the stars,

To come home again
where we have always shared soul belonged
inducing peace.

Sacred choirs
do not usually demand of matriarchal Earth,
Give Me Music!

More likely we invite experience
of more resilient inside dancing muses
healing like anciently redundant starlight.

I feel angst in soulful mourning
that cannot be healed through commanding
Give Me Music
or anything else, for that matter.

But, loss does invite deeper experience of resonance
and small bits of creatively digestible resolving dissonance
to feel better
about absence of remembering

What is our starlight soul
but well-sung dance
enlightening solidarity?

If we are asking Earth
to heal us with the Muse of starlight mystery,
then, indeed,
Give Us Music’s full harvest
blowed an’ blowed.

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When Your Voices Stop

When your voices stop
does the music stop, too?
When your voices stop
can you hear stars sing
inside,
do you resonate star song,
too?

When our WinLose investments stop
does our WinWin comic co-opera begin,
too?

When our WinWin cooperative investments flow
do our climatic transition outcomes
ease on down a more globally polycultural Golden Rulish kinda’
Road?

When you step outside at night
plant yourself on Earth
look up at sparkling shared starlight,
can you hear star songs echoing inside,
as outside?

When you step outside at night
and the voices stop
can you hear their resonating understory,
variations on time’s revolving scales,
can you hear more clearly
what has become you all along,
star song memories
in dancing liturgical light.

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