Raymond L. Burton - The Happy Soul

To not be insulted is a fine state indeed
And attacks on your character show another’s need.
For an emotion to rise, a comment struck home.
Offense was taken by this person’s ego alone.

No one else noticed, thier security was intact,
But the chink in ones armor felt the pressured attack.
If one feels angered, and another does not,
It’s the development of ego, the difference a lot.

Past experience and future dreams,
Values held dear and moral extremes.
These are the things that sense the assault,
The real person inside is not at fault.
For when you were born, you were still who you are.
The passing of time has pushed the real you far.
Some things have happened and only to you,
And these are the sees that taint what is true.
Lose your self, and the labels you’ve claimed,
And enjoy a free world, unburdened by chains.

1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time…. I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?

2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the T.V. remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. and change the channel manually.

3. When people say “Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too”. Damn right! What good is cake if you can’t eat it?

4. When people say “it’s always the last place you look”. Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you’ve found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they? I’m gonna Kick their asses!

5. When people say while watching a film “did you see that?”. No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.

6. People who ask “Can I ask you a question?”…. Didn’t really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?

7. When something is ‘new and improved!‘ Which is it? If it’s new, then there has never been anything before it. If it’s an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn’t be new.

8. When people say “life is short”. What the hell?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that’s longer?

9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks “Has the bus come yet?”. If the bus came would I be standing here, dumb ass?

I am reading Carlos Castaneda’s “The teaching of Don Juan” in the backyard. Its 4:10 in the afternoon and the sun is about to go behind the big poplar tree by the back fence. The breeze and temperature are perfect thanks to the wonderfull Canadian summer climate.

My girlfriend is asleep for an afternoon nap. We both are getting a little tired on our herbal cleanse. I got up about half an hour ago.

Life comes in moments.

In this moment reading page 110 of Castanedas book, I realize I am really just a part of the creators big production. I am my song.

My life plays out, moment by moment. My life plays out note by note. When this work of art is done, the performance will have been a series of moments, of notes, strung together. This will be my song. When the song is replayed, I want it to have color, harmony, emotion and dynamics. I want the song to be orignal and bold. I want my song to inspire action and change. Perfect balance is perfect stagnation.

My body, the instrument I have been given, has internal qualities that will effect the song that is me. In the way a drum creates music a flute cannot, there is a creative sound that is I. My song is special.

At 30 years I am learning to play, to express the notes I feel inside in an outward creative action. I am ready to bring the song to anyone that wants to listen. I am ready to be amplified from sea to sea.

I no longer want to hide the creative light inside, I want the fire to grow. There are bars and measures to be played. My life so far has been an intro, and now the whole band is on stage. At first my song was struggling to be heard, until the rest of the instruments joined in. I now realize we are one big orchestra in a concert with many songs.

So many songs. So many notes. There can be many styles and expressions of song. There is no right song and wrong song. There are merely songs of expression. Many notes, instruments and songs can be on one stage. They just have to be played in harmony.