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The Art of Marriage. Amera Ziganii Rao
Maybe Tomorrow. Stereophonics
I've (We've) been down
These little black clouds
Keep walking around
With me (us)
With me (us)
It wastes time
And I'd (we'd) rather be high
Think I'll (we'll) walk me (us) outside
And buy a rainbow smile
But be free
They're all free
So maybe tomorrow
I'll (we'll) find my (our) way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll (we'll) find my (our) way home
I (we) look around at a beautiful life
Been the upperside of down
Been the inside of out
But we breathe
We breathe
I (we) wanna breeze and an open mind
I (we) wanna swim in the ocean
Wanna take my (our) time for me (us)
oh me (us)
So maybe tomorrow
I'll (we'll) find my (our) way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll (we'll) find my (our) way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll (we'll) find my (our) way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll (we'll) find my (our) way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll (we'll) find my (our) way home
So maybe tomorrow
I'll (we'll) find my (our) way home
Kelly Jones
The Art of Marriage. Amera Ziganii Rao
I can see now that heroes and heroines are made every day in every hour in the most usual of circumstances and the word is love. The Hero's (Heroine's) Journey is about courage and maintaining the love by both people through thick and thin, however one sided or bleak the circumstances appear to be.
I can see that that is love. Despite everything. In spite of everything. I can see how, while issues do have to be addressed, self responsibility is so very important in each moment and how the easiest thing in the world is to blame the other person.
To hold the other person responsible for circumstances that not only turn out to be out of their control but are supposed to be there, to test one's own love. That is certainly the material of the hero or heroine's journey. To love in the face of adversity, to trust in the face of such difficulties and to love without condition, in other words, to love in spite of it all.
The things that turn out to be so archetypally or even typically male or female. Trust, relying on someone, being fair, judging, fearing, condemning. To reach soul is one thing. To stay there is another. The disciplines required by so called Masters is the discipline of staying in soul. Staying with the love and it is so easy to get carried away into false pride. The false pride of having made it into soul and thinking I am unreachable now, untouchable and infallible. Always a mistake to assume that ever!
Just as I added my words to Kelly Jones' track above (thank you Kelly Jones), I have added myself to his next track. Mr Writer.
Mr Writer (Mrs Writer). Stereophonics
You hang names on your wall
You fly around in planes
That bring you down
To meet me who loves you, like
Me crashing to the ground
Are you so lonely?
Don't even know me
But you'd like to stone me
Mr (Mrs) Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home
I used to treat you right
Give you my time
But when I'd turn my back on you
Then you do what you do
You've just enough, in my own view
Education to perform
I'd like to shoot you all
And then you go home
With you on your own
What do you really know?
Mr (Mrs) Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home
And then you go home
With you on your own
What do you even know?
Mr (Mrs) Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell it like it really is?
Before you go on home
Mr (Mrs) Writer, why don't you tell it like it is?
Why don't you tell it like it always is?
Before you go on home
Mr (Mrs) Writer, why don't you tell it like it really is?
Why don't you tell it like it always is?
Before you go on home
Kelly Jones
Love is the total empathy of constantly choosing love, I now realise. That is the test of love. I have long moved past illusion and first love. That is not the issue anymore. But as we reach second love and maintain our place in it, these are the new lessons. To feel that empathy and forgiveness and benefit of the doubt and accept the newness of being in front of us and not judge by past standards and past relationships and past anything. Mastery. Mastery of love over hate in each moment.
And I am now getting used to the quite ridiculous and relentless levels of adversity for the two of us. I wondered in horror at it all, but can now see that we are destined for the highest love. And to be truthful, that is what we both want. True love is the highest love. Mastery of love. This, our most recent stage of courting, if you like, is our greatest test. Can we love through thick and thin? Yes. Me too.
And in that we will finally open those doors. That is alchemy. Mastery of love over hate in each moment and these are the tests. The back and forth, the tooing and froing, the does he, doesn't he, the does she, doesn't she, will he, won't he, will she, won't she, is he really..., is she really.... All tests.
And, call me presumptious or elitist, but esoterically, I can see the similarity with Buddha. As he sat under the tree in his final tests, all temptation was thrown at him. Temptation being all forms of hate and temptation to hate or fear or condemn or judge or any other kind of non love. And he had to deflect it all. And that made him Buddha. He passed the tests and that is what we are being put through now.
Moving past all the wars was not enough, finding the empathy and togetherness was not enough. Now it has been the temptations in each moment to blame, judge, not trust, blame, judge and not trust. Will we pass? Yes.
Is ours the Bastard Journey From Hell, The Hero's (Heroine's) Journey? Yes. Is this what Paulo Coelho talks of in The Alchemist? Yes. Will we deflect all temptation and make positive intention, as Wayne Dyer talks about? Yes. Are these the tests from hell? Yes. Are we in this together? Yes. Do we love each other? Yes.
Amera Ziganii Rao ©
Tryin' To Get To Heaven. Bob Dylan
The air is getting hotter
There's a rumbling in the skies
I've been wading through the high muddy water
With the heat rising in my eyes
Every day your memory grows dimmer
It doesn't haunt me like it did before
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
When I was in Missouri
They would not let me be
I had to leave there in a hurry
I only saw what they let me see
You broke a heart that loved you
Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore
I've been walking that lonesome valley
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
People on the platforms
Waiting for the trains
I can hear their hearts a-beatin'
Like pendulums swinging on chains
When you think that you lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I'm just going down the road feeling bad
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
I'm going down the river
Down to New Orleans
They tell me everything is gonna be all right
But I don't know what "all right" even means
I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary-Jane
Miss Mary-Jane got a house in Baltimore
I been all around the world, boys
Now I'm trying to get to heaven before they close the door
Gonna sleep down in the parlor
And relive my dreams
I'll close my eyes and I wonder
If everything is as hollow as it seems
Some trains don't pull no gamblers
No midnight ramblers, like they did before
I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
Now I'm trying to get to heaven before they close the door
Bob Dylan
There's a rumbling in the skies
I've been wading through the high muddy water
With the heat rising in my eyes
Every day your memory grows dimmer
It doesn't haunt me like it did before
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
When I was in Missouri
They would not let me be
I had to leave there in a hurry
I only saw what they let me see
You broke a heart that loved you
Now you can seal up the book and not write anymore
I've been walking that lonesome valley
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
People on the platforms
Waiting for the trains
I can hear their hearts a-beatin'
Like pendulums swinging on chains
When you think that you lost everything
You find out you can always lose a little more
I'm just going down the road feeling bad
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
I'm going down the river
Down to New Orleans
They tell me everything is gonna be all right
But I don't know what "all right" even means
I was riding in a buggy with Miss Mary-Jane
Miss Mary-Jane got a house in Baltimore
I been all around the world, boys
Now I'm trying to get to heaven before they close the door
Gonna sleep down in the parlor
And relive my dreams
I'll close my eyes and I wonder
If everything is as hollow as it seems
Some trains don't pull no gamblers
No midnight ramblers, like they did before
I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
Now I'm trying to get to heaven before they close the door
Bob Dylan
Thank you to the songwriters for their lyrics and to the artist for the Avatar Artwork.
Edited by Amera Ziganii Rao
Amera Ziganii Rao
Amera Ziganii Rao is a philosophical writer, essayist, social commentator, prose writer, dramatist and photographer artist as well as a consciousness explorer, self actualiser and emotional healer. She is a former journalist who is now turning professional with her art forms and indeed, her healing forms, after a long journey of inner searching, self teaching and exploring many layers and areas of both craft and wisdom. She is now working on her first book of philosophy and esoteric thought, and social and cultural commentary. She is also showing her first photography collections. And last but most definitely not least, she is building a business to share her consciousness and empowering explorations to reach as many people as possible across the world. She is 46 years old and currently lives in London.
Amera Ziganii Rao is a philosophical writer, essayist, social commentator, prose writer, dramatist and photographer artist as well as a consciousness explorer, self actualiser and emotional healer. She is a former journalist who is now turning professional with her art forms and indeed, her healing forms, after a long journey of inner searching, self teaching and exploring many layers and areas of both craft and wisdom. She is now working on her first book of philosophy and esoteric thought, and social and cultural commentary. She is also showing her first photography collections. And last but most definitely not least, she is building a business to share her consciousness and empowering explorations to reach as many people as possible across the world. She is 46 years old and currently lives in London.