Gangsters
Garbed in red and blue
Politicking for the turf
Their tools are me and you
Why look to Them for worth

Banksters
Using conjured Money
To keep the Game afloat
Doin’ our tricks to get our treats
Slaves perform, Owners gloat

Pimpsters
Keep it stirred, keep it going
Divide and conquer is the creed
Hall of mirrors blind the Knowing
Feeding off the blood we bleed

Brothers-Sisters
Hear my call
Black & White, Yellow, Red
Together we rise or we will fall
Awake O sleeper rise from the Dead

Looking for and even demanding affirmation from another, or from “society” for that matter, leaves one in a very weak and dependent position. It demonstrates profound insecurity in the belief one claims to hold. Live your Truth. Change yourself. The illusion of Culture’s mind control will only give way to Souls who no longer believe but they Know. When one Knows they tend not to throw tantrums and blame some conjured demographic for their predicament. It was said that “You will Know the Truth (not believe) and then the Truth will set you free.” Not the guv-ment. Not some political action which assumes a savior dressed in red or blue will fix it for you or me. Be you. You are not a Group or a Demographic. You are not a gender or color or class.  Those are illusions and fuel the frustration and helplessness. Be you, completely, unapologetically, You. There is your power. That is your promise. This is the Way. No one can fix you or me but ourselves. But if we change ourselves we will find the World has already been made new. Blessings. Plato Continue reading

At the festival I thought of all the many motivations that may have brought all those people together in that place.  And that so many times we seek that which we already possess.  So often we seek the answer “out there” somewhere.  Looking for resolution, for healing.  Who can we trust?  What we should do?  Where should we go?  We focus on circumstance seeking to make it harmonious with that calling in us.  But the Outside is fickle and changes like the weather.  It evaporates like morning’s mist.  Trust not circumstance for the Truth.  Trust that your Heart knows already. It may seem crazy but It will not fail you no matter what circumstance might say. Be still. Listen to the “still small voice.”  The healing we need, we know of, even if it cannot be articulated.  Stay true to the place and the space that is You.  It knows.  It is your True habitation.  I think I understand the attraction of CukoRakka.  It can help folks remember what they forgot.

Blessings.  Plato

A Place

CukoRakko Spring 2017

There’s a place that your Heart wants  (Chorus)

You will Find It

There’s a space your Soul fits

You’re just behind It . . . Come on and Trust the Place your heart wants

 

The World left her alone

When It’s wasn’t using Her

Told Her lies about the Truth

Somehow normal that They abuse Her . . . But

 

He got lost a long time ago

Running from his demons

He learned His tricks to get His treats

But sometimes He still wakes up screaming . . . And

 

Many steps have brought you here right Now

Still looking to scratch that itch

And Your longing led you Here somehow

To give your wound another stich . . .

 

So embrace the Place your Heart wants . . . It’s right here, It’s right Now

Feel (fill) that Space your Soul fits . . . You can’t help it anyhow . . . Just Be for little while

Lost and Found (First Festival)

CukoRakko Spring 2017 – Soul Mechanic

I was on the edge of the crowd seeing the lights, feeling the pulse of Soul Mechanic (they killed it!). I know some of the players so I was invested before they struck the first note. The lasers were flashing and hurt my eyes. I felt disconnected and on the edge of what was going on. A thought for which there are no words struck me. And I began to focus on the blackness between the strobe’s brilliance. It may sound odd or impossible but it is not. Our mind must register the black between the flashes or there would be no flash, only light. As I focused on that space my perception changed. I could see past the outer brilliance into the happening. There was a stillness behind all the movement and I felt connected. Then I noticed a lady enter the crowd up front and thought it must be similar thing. There is a solid silence from which all sound emanates. I imagined her experience as she entered that place. I wrote . . .

Getting lost in the crowd (Chorus)

Becoming part of the buzz

Bass has consumed me

I forget who I wuz

 

Focusing on the flashes

Leaves you without

Seek the pause between the masses

Let your insides out

 

Frequencies fragrant with color

Killin’ the Drop

Trapped between, I’m floatin’

The Pocket’s got me, and I can’t stop

 

I feel it like a heartbeat

It’s fillin’ up my chest

Feet not touching the ground

Baby you know the rest

 

Can you feel the Stillness

Just behind the beat

The Silence is calling

Find the Groove, find release