The Play:The Crucible
with Music by:Mastro Astéri Tis Dimofilís Mousikís
and the Thematic Orchestra
Front of House
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performance, and logistical jargon
from the performer's perspective
repeating a phrase to fill time
Essential stage musician
Upstaged backstage
they sang the new song
then the original cast of singers
looked to them with a sadness
that was visible and bowed to
their successors without a fuss
or argument
When the curtain opened
they had been prepared to
entertain flabbergasted
the delay in the starting of the show
had the audience worried
but when the show began everyone was
flabbergasted
Black Garlic and White Truffle Sauce
"Aint Gonna Waste My Time (loving You)
written by: Diggle Dame Domoss and Tangle Tanner Tissle
of "Do Rite Music Company"
A Media One Music Affliate
“It (the Self) does not appear to me as virtuous or sinful, as bound or liberated, nor does It appear to me as united or separated. I am free from disease - my form has been extinguished.”
We are eternal, self-existent light,
having no attribute and free from stain,
beyond space-time, suffused with bliss delight,
as vibrant consciousness that wears no chain.
We speak of good and bad as an ego,
dwelling in form, separated from source,
yet here too if all beliefs we let go,
we meld with oneness without use of force.
Viewing all that’s manifest as a dream,
bliss mists within stir and boundaries blur,
wherein when we’re still and thoughts cease to stream,
with God’s pulsations of love we concur.
Unless we are by the ego upstaged,
know that light of Self can never be caged.
Ego undress, negating fear,
mirroring dark desire,
that in stillness, as bliss beats spear,
we ignite our soul’s fire.
We are living light caged,
by thought constructs upstaged,
until by God’s love paged.
Our life’s a mess ~
Ego undress
A classic wind upstaged the evening,
Vocalizing Leaves and Tremulous Aria
Branches. On accompanying fused-sand, framed
and clear, began a run of finely tuned
rivulets -- busy writing, I had not
looked, and saw, dark clouds conjugating --
nor sniffed thickening troops of air~ my
sinuses alerting, their usual swelling. Came a lantern's
flash, came a vivid slash, rumbling
likened to a heavily weighted freight-train, with frantic
mind to lighten its burdensome, brooding load.
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
we wandered earth like a lost ghost
fire of desire in our heart raged
for peace we wandered coast to coast
synced not to music of the spheres
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
we sought solace among our peers
mental battles ceaselessly waged
in the flow of time, body aged
we were but a dead man walking
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
stark haunting with dark fears stalking
shift to stillness made us stronger
heart sang, when from thoughts disengaged
choosing to suffer no longer
by ego upstaged, soul’s light caged
Soul’s light in heart caged,
by ego upstaged,
when thoughts cease is seen,
mirroring God’s sheen.
Words cannot describe,
zing of bliss beat’s vibe,
cascading within,
playing on our skin.
The slow benign burn
in mind-body urn,
fixates attention
in meditation.
The table is laid
for bliss ready made,
revealing soul’s light,
in heart shining bright.
the road runner raced within the lucid dream
looking for something to satisfy its heart
goalposts shifted in the desire stream
shapeshifting fears did not depart
as time flowed on body aged
the exhausted soul chose to be still
recognising it had been by ego upstaged
invoking grace it surrendered to God its will
Abandoned desires adrift in the void,
yet possess some life like dying ember
but if the heart be pure and unalloyed
and light of Self within, we remember,
doing nothing at all we dismember
lower vibrations in which we engaged,
which have been now by divine light upstaged.
“All is verily the absolute Self.
Distinction and nondistinction do not exist.
How can I say, "It exists; it does not exist"?
I am filled with wonder!”
inner light caged
by ego upstaged
whenever tested
in jest we rested
feral lower mind
choosing love kind
awake in the dream
where illusions stream
the vaporised self
dances by itself
suffused with bliss
exclaiming ‘I am this’
Confined, containerised, caged,
by wayward ego upstaged,
free from dark delusion’s chain,
the Phoenix rises again.
Forged from elements of earth,
spirit yet bubbles in mirth,
recognising life’s a dream,
borne by thoughts it chose to stream.
Caged, confined, containerised,
living light is crystallised
but when desires are released,
heaven applauds; God is pleased.
Freedom’s found in every pause,
since therein soul finds the cause,
within heart as flaming bliss,
sparked by Divine Mother’s kiss.
starting with nothing
let us do something
without a purpose
clown in a circus
in vibrance engaged
ego is upstaged
awareness yet is
rapturous bliss fizz
in silence go in
just resting therein
feeling not thinking
pure peace unblinking
gorgeousness of the model outshines the dress
do not misinterpret my meaning please
the dress is an Anya Ayoung Chee, a worthy designer
created from gorgeous fabric, she has tremendous flow, excellent lines
young svelte model’s beauty surpasses this emerald, gold, silver gown
during fashion week, we reporters do not see the gown at all
completely upstaged by the African goddess wearing her
light eternal caged
by ego upstaged
merely needs flame of love
that grace from above
vivifies organic form
with a magnetic bliss storm
if love be our invocation
with dedication
God’s self-existent light
pulsates by day and by night
within
responses measured
lose moments treasured
since spontaneity is caged
when heart’s by mind upstaged
and as for heart’s desires fickle
deflected by a mere tickle
it finds that it’s unable
to remain stable
our fall from grace
and sole cause of disgrace
is clearly then bondage to desire
of earthy objects we seek to acquire
save by dissolving our ego in the void
poised as awareness self-aware
we’ll continue to be decoyed
trapped in ego’s snare
swamped by illusions
immersed in delusion
a strange darkness
thoughts in confusion
‘tis the magical way
living light is caged
its pride demolished
by cravings upstaged
demi-gods powerful
choosing paths unjust
on falling from grace
turn thus to dust
a mere wisp of straw
can turn the tables
love alone is real
moral of all fables
27-February-2023
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