Seeds Sown – Plato’s Groove

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I had a crazy idea.  It was connected to my soul somehow.  It has been at the periphery of me for some time.  It is funny how crazy dreams will manifest and change over time.  I have a musician’s heart but I can neither sing nor play anything other than a few chords on a guitar and the CD player in my truck.  But the crazy idea which was birthed a long time ago has persisted.  I had no idea that it could ever become real.  Sunday I decided to get way out of my comfort zone.  I contacted some friends who are some of the best jazz musicians there are.  We are going to do some experimental jazz improv along with my poetry readings.  I figured that I can’t sing but I can talk.  I have realized that the spoken word can be very powerful.  It was and is still somewhat intimidating to think about but crazy might just be my path.

What follows is something that I wrote three or four years ago.  Last January my sons were helping me start this blog and we did this one night after a couple glasses of wine.  Now I’m thinking we can take this thing on the road. Or not.  It don’t really matter.  What matters is that we cast the seeds into frightening and new places.  But I do have at least one place lined up that wants us.

Time winds down. . . tick . . . tick . . . tick . . .

The clock ticks.
It fades in and out of my awareness.

The clock ticks.
Marking Time as It winds down to finally rest in Eternity.

The clock ticks.
Independent, without regard It plucks the very strings of the Cosmos.

The clock ticks.
Time now divided makes meter possible and cadence contingent.

The clock ticks.
The fabric of possibility is woven, lining the womb that is time.

The clock ticks.
Sacred Space emerges between the beats of past and future. Seeds can only be sown in the Now.

The clock ticks.
Slumbering Soul, never at rest, seeks completion of Its’ chord unresolved.

The clock ticks.
All existence is in motion, potential, moving toward harmony or dissonance, creativity or chaos, Life or death.

The clock ticks.
The metronome beats out the call to choose or not to choose. Both require a choice.

The clock ticks.
Whether background or fore, whether conscious or dreaming, It makes possible the awareness of Plato’s Groove.

The clock ticks.
Out of the shadows Life calls to life. There is underlying order within the chaos. The pilgrim seeks that which has always been hidden within view.

The clock ticks.
The artist’s heart does not create ex nihilo but rather chooses one and not the other, manifesting particular harmonies that resonate and call them into Being.

The clock ticks.
To act or refrain from motion is the artist’s prerogative. Variation ads pigment, or not, to the evolving tapestry.

The clock ticks.
Soul becomes more harmonious; at rest in the body, powerful its resonance with the Real. Dissonance no longer a mystery to be feared but rather consciously strummed to accentuate and more clearly articulate the Soul’s growing chorus.

The clock ticks.
Oh, Traveler strain through the dissonance to hear the notes which resonate with the pattern of your soul. Choose it at the cost of all others.

The clock ticks.

The clock ticks.

The clock ticks.
Each Soul’s resolution is to cultivate and balance It’s own polytonic sound in preparation for joining the romp with all other pure souls in harmony, dance, in art, in mathematics, and all other lenses through which we glimpse the mystery of the Eternal celebration that is Life.

Consonance. Congruity. Harmonious. Original. Authentic.

24 thoughts on “Seeds Sown – Plato’s Groove”

  3. Reminds me immediately of Sean Connery doing In My Life by The Beatles. Very touching, his voice suits the retrospective feel of the song. Just perfect. Congratulations!

  6. Reading your words often – as I’ve mentioned previously – feels like a banquet, where we all are offered sustenance, though we are privy to another’s personal journey. I want to take your words out and sit upon a blanket, in the shade of a tree, on this beautifully warm summer-like day, and read, and sit, and ponder, and read it again, moving through each idea, each thought, tasting the truths you serve up.

    While this is my first time with these specific words, it certainly will not be the last that I come and read and listen again to this treatise.

    • It is the theme song for my work. I am not sure if all of the physics and philosophy is absolutely correct but it was my best effort in that space. But I’m guessing that all “truth” at best is a metaphor anyway and should be held lightly in the hand so that when its time to give it up there is less of a struggle.

      • It was my great misfortune to not have chance to listen to the audio when I first came here. Oh, so much more with the music, and the ticking of the clock, and the echo of your voice just behind your reading. Savoring this!

        I think it is similar, in a way, to how an experiment changes when it is observed… so too, the words read, heard, by another is seen through their own filter. We all perceive the meaning in our own way, but the beauty in the moment of hearing, reading, feeling is, yes, perhaps, as fleeting as the metaphor that ‘should be held lightly in the hand o that when its time to give it up, there is less of a struggle.”

        • platosgroove

          There is a heartbeat behind the ticking that can be heard on speakers with a lot of bass. It was timed at 60 bpm which is close to a resting heart-rate. I treasure your feedback

  7. It’s been a long while since I’d listened to this. I forgot how effective it can all be when you put it together. Can’t wait to hear what it will sound like with more instruments. (I think you need to get a striped shirt and wear a beanie though, 😀 )

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