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admin — Sat, 27 Mar 2010 19:24:01 +0000

Santo Daime

admin — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 15:29:48 +0000

Yesterday I cried buckets from a well that had long been dry
Thanks to Santo Daime and the people standing by
I cried for the little boy who stuffed it all inside
And I cried for the little ones with nowhere to run or hide

For too long it seemed I may never release the pain
Until I met Santo Daime and the tears fell down like rain

I cried for my family, one by one and collectively
And I cried for humanity, brothers and sisters yearning to be free
I cried for Mother Earth, for her plants and for her trees
And I cried for my country, from sea to shining sea

For too long it seemed I may never release the pain
Until I met Santo Daime and the tears fell down like rain

Santo Daime by Joshananda

I want to know

admin — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 22:33:05 +0000

How would you feel if I all of a sudden burst out into a song?
Would you think I was kinda crazy or maybe even lazy
Or something with me was wrong?

I want to know
I want to know

Would it be unkind if I were of the mind to be myself and just let go?
Do you think we could get along and should we be that strong
Oh, the places we could go

I want to know
I want to know

Who, who
Who am I?

Staring at the ground, feeling unsound like I wish I could fly away
Now I am circling back around, was lost but now I’m found
Would you like to come out and play?

I want to know
I want to know

If we could sing

admin — Sun, 02 Nov 2008 20:06:37 +0000

I don’t want to hit you right over the head,
I just want to tell you how I feel instead.
I don’t want to fight about it day after day,
I just want to live and love and laugh and play.

So won’t you sing with me?
Won’t you please sing?

We could stay together; we could go separate ways.
I know I will love you for the rest of my days.
But I would rather feel my love for you from afar,
Than all this pain and misery, we are who we are.

So won’t you sing with me?
Won’t you please sing?

Once upon a time there lived a girl and a boy
Their days were filled with fantasy, wonder, and joy.
Along the way they went astray and now do they roam.
The sound of our sweet love song will guide them home.

So won’t you sing with me?
Won’t you please sing?

We could do anything, we could be anything
If we could sing, if we could sing
If we could sing…

Friend, Musician, Mystic

admin — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 20:12:09 +0000

I am fortunate to be able to say that I have several friends who play music and who cut a mystical figure, as it were. I suppose music tends to bring out a bit of the mystic in us all. I mean, anytime we’re feeling the energy and the rhythm, and we instinctively want to move our bodies…well, that’s mystical to me.

Yet if there’s a person in my life who has earned the title, it’s Erik Thompson Green. By day, Erik is a trusted and time-tested Production Assistant extraordinaire. He’s got years of experience — far more than most in a role generally seen as a stepping stone on the way to more glamorous, albeit compromising, ones.

Thing is, Erik has an addiction, er…calling. He loves to tap into the current, or the ether, or whatever it is that sweeps him up in it. Whether it’s rolling around in the surf, contact juggling, playing his bamboo sax or his cans, or engaging in a number of peculiarly creative pastimes, Erik is all about going for it with his entire being. And the more kindred spirits who are ready to get in on the fun, the merrier, so long as they’re respectful and conscious of one another. If you check out a full-moon jam on Miami Beach, chances are you’ll find him there, doing his thing.