Music, Words, and Yoga

the blue green factory
makes the hillside look more green.
to blend the grass and soil to be serene.
To keep China wanting
To own the shores of Taiwan.

As the cab heads to the Marina.
Climbing the hills.
I start to miss her.
To feel like there was something.
A connection.
The deep embrace
that left an impression
On my soul.
Her beauty completely captivated
and,
when I saw her
Taking me in
And,
Letting me touch her deeply.
I was with her.
I wish she was here with me.
Where we could
Continue into the night.

Now, we all know Bob Dylan’s a genius, but can we name a specific instance that verifies this phenomenon?

For myself, I find myself returning to a Lyric or Lyrics In “Baby Blue”:

“You must leave, now, take what you need, you think will last, but whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast

YONDER STANDS YOUR ORPHAN WITH HIS GUN CRYING LIKE A FIRE IN THE SUN.”

Can you visualize that? Have you ever seen a fire in the sun?

If you have then you’ve seen oppression and futility. It seems the Sun is crushing the flames. It’s choking the fire with its light and brilliance. The sun gives it no place to strengthen. The fire is no match. Where did he get this imagery? If this Orphan and his gun get a chance, they are going to take it. Watch out!.

The only way to distract from this symbolism is if the Saints really do come marching through.

“And it’s all over now Baby Blue”….

I find myself constantly going back to this, or maybe I’m just stuck on it. Nevertheless, this poetry comes from another world. Dylan is channelling beauty, circumstance, and truth to our poor misbegotten souls (maybe, I should keep this singular because I’m the one obsessing).

Perhaps, I identify with this.

This identification leads to the need for truth. When art reveals truth to the observer, who seek their version of truth,then, in dramatic terms, a Catharsis takes place. Some of the heavy burden of life is alleviated. One does’nt feel so alone. They can share and identify with someone or something else that experiences what they do- at least, their version of that experience. Life becomes a little easier because we become a part of something. That something is substantial. That is life. It’s not so mundane after all.

You see a tear in the eye of the girl that you love as she’s falling away. If you could change anything, would it be the words that you spoke on this sad and Lonely day?  The answer is, Yes, I would If I could, but I said them, and now I must pay. I’ll always see the tear in the eye of a girl that I loved as she’s fallen away. 

It’s the dawn of the early morningRed sky is my only warningAs she hugs me I feel homeOnly when I step through my door.As I look into her eyes,do I knowIt’s not her I seek,but myselfTo carry me throughWhen I’m weak.As days go by,AndEmptiness arrives.My stinging eyes,And the tears I’ve shed.For the love is dead.Our love is dead.

These are the days,

the last days,

I will throw myself into oblivion.

This is the last night

That I will stand up and fight.

The Crusaders have taken the castle.

The Kingdom.

The Shrines, beholden to many

Have been cast aside

For fires that will burn

For those who do not believe.

They tolerate no one,

And

Shall bring us

To the swift return of Darkness.

Casting shadows through

All the believers

Of true human goodness.

The Seeers of a bright new future

Shall be slaughtered

In the boiling pots of oil

Catapulted by lies

For the cost of freedom.

Manipulated by the false promise

Of Law and Order

And Justice for All.

The land shall melt in the cauldrons of

Steel.

Boiling Iron shall pour into our mouths,

and our hearts shall explode.

The smoke from our eyes

Will float to the sky

And find Peace with the Wind

Falling back to Earth

With the Rain.

The Cleansing will begin

So that someday

Peace will Return.

ZRH Nov.2,2004