Carried Charge of How to Write One Song
Seasoned musician echoing request
Who am I to think
— singer-songwriter
dropping healing beats
having to translate
vibratory sounds
— birthing from sacred songs
charged by a request
for something spiritual?
From a messenger unaware of carried charge — how to write one song — gifted energy of something yielding greater returns by a seasoned musician requesting a personal touch to an already intense set of collective beats. I am left wondering why me?
Still working
on perfecting
— written words
untranslated from open skies
to heartfelt knowing
all that was ever
authored — recorded tracks
— hanging out at the barricaded mind
fear of self-expressing
penning my own
translating into something greater.
World’s expansive sounds — unfolding laundries of tainted — soiled heartbeats riddled by Ritalin’s potential echoing submissive song — pausing to gather the fabric to weave a sacred tune. Interlaced with wounds self-inflicting repeating tales — caught up in self-talk and self-denial — gratitude paints a different canvas within my soul.
Accepting this call
— forgotten words
bi-tonal exhausted
— throat-singing taking
seat in the back
to something
heartfelt, changing
outlooks and outcomes
— forward leading
— driver’s seat
buckled in for journeys unknown.
~ Ani Po
A crazy taste of reality, this song pairs nicely with the message carried tune. Please listen and ponder the song and the personal written words on this page.
Thank you J.D. Harms and the whole Scrittura family, for the prompting of digging deeper into inner-understandings of self and expressing these words.
The above image does not match the words on this page but is worthy of a similar thought when standing at the top of a mountain in Tipon, overlooking the Garden of Wirachocha. While pondering a recent request for writing a new song for the Mofo Bros, a family approached, playing the mandolin and singing a heartfelt song. Joining in dance with strangers, becoming familiar and familial with another, I knew at that moment to challenge myself once again and write a song. Song to come, not yet translated into words, but as I know with writing poetry, it forms when it is time to release.
Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.