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Furry nice blanket.

Furry nice blanket.

What do you want?

She was drawing a heart on her hand.

She was drawing a heart on her hand.

I would like to weave, warm, woolly, words, into a blanket to protect and comfort you on a cold dismal day. To do more than please you, like the fleeting pleasure of youthful love. Like those wonderful shooting stars of pleasure that burnt out in our atmosphere.

They look stable and contented.

They look stable and contented.

Happiness is more stable than pleasure. Happiness is where the bubbling mountain streams combined their strengths, flowing together forming the source of a mighty river. Sharing and appreciating all that passes. Happiness is living with love.

 Happy and couldn't care less what you think.

Happy and couldn’t care less what you think.

To know pleasures pass and although happiness can stay with us to the end, the end is inevitable.   This is not a morbid way to think, it is a fact and when realised, brings joy. Understanding our life is passing, we stop cling to the fleeting pleasures and share happiness and good fortune.

Sharing there joy with "Mustang Sally.

Sharing their joy with “Mustang Sally.

Loving and sharing is the key to the treasures of happiness and the joy locked in life’s treasure chest. Life’s treasures cannot be hoarded in a bank to appreciate. They must be shared to appreciate and be appreciated by everyone, to bring peace and contentment to the world.

I good way to spend the day and you don't need a lot of money.

I good way to spend the day and you don’t need a lot of money.

Wisdom is knowing as the poet said “Pleasures are like snowflakes on the river one moment white then lost forever”. Letting go and sharing brings happiness.

The closest to snow in Queensland.

The closest to snow in Queensland.

Desiring more is disastrous; wanting is the problem child that is conceived of lust. The offspring of wisdom is contentment.

This is not the Suwannee River.

This is not the Swannee River.

Wanting for nothing, ironically, is to have all we need. The struggle for more never brings lasting happiness. Luxuries and status symbols are not necessary. Understanding this promotes love, happiness and contentment. Appreciating what you have, is to be wrapped in a blanket of contentment, protected from the cold, outside world, warm in your inner world with peace of mind. You cannot control the outer world; you can control peace in your own mind.

Keep it wall in balance.

Keep it all in balance.

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Pretty and small.

Pretty and small.

 

Something good.

Grand

Grand

He’s got the whole world I his hands, Come on let us sing. You know who we are singing about. That’s right god, your God. The God you have in your heart. Without that goodness there is no meaning to life. The whole cosmos is kept in equilibrium by the one and only, the inexplicable one, of many, God, Allah, Jesus, Brahman, The Tao, and The Force spoken of in Star Wars. Words, nouns and adjectives cannot define this all encompassing something.

Is anybody home.

Is anybody home.

When this something good that exists in you and me brothers and sisters and the whole world. When we recognize, acknowledge and appreciate this, we have a goal to aim for, a standard to meet, a blue print to build on, a rudder to steer us, a map to guide us and a star to aim for. We then know to go with the flow of this superior force and aim at excellence.  When the force is with you and you are working with this force for the wellbeing of all creation, you feel like singing Joy to the world and you feel good and the world is wonderful.

Joyful music.

Joyful music.

The ego is subdued by the force of right, no longer is I am so important it is you and others, we are one but we are many. No longer looking for points of disagreement we look for and see the many things we agree on. All the important things in life we agree on and we can respect other people’s ideas on what we find difficult to understand. My ego tells me I am right and I should not stand by calmly and let others make ridiculous statements. But my understanding tells me that I am not infallible. So long as others believe in promoting peace and harmony why make a big issue of technicalities.

Beauty is every where.

Beauty is every where.

It is essential to contribute to the welfare of everything that exists in our world, every person, every creature and our whole environment. As we are all interdependent nothing exists unaided without a chain of events; to damage one link weakens the whole chain. He has the whole world in his hands but some of us are singing out of tune. Come on listen to life’s melody get in tune and sing along. Be in the flow, share in the beauty, sing with all your heart.

The old violin.

The old violin.

This is a request from all the needy, altogether in tune, one two three, give it all you’ve got. Joy to the world, what a wonderful world and all my loving I will give to you. All the discord is blown in the wind. We have to believe we are magic nothing can stand in our way. Everybody loves somebody, somebody to love. Like the Blues Brothers, we are on a mission from God. You have to do the right thing or the almighty all powerful force will retaliate. It is up to you, to get in tune and sing along to find happiness, joy and contentment.

They are also making music.

They are also making music.

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Rainbow Lorikeets in love.

Rainbow Lorikeets in love.

Finding peace.

Kookaburras pay a visit.

kookaburra pay a visit.

The white dove, symbol of peace, will not land on a grasping hand. Everyone is chasing after the blue bird of happiness. Hunting the elusive blue bird of happiness, we realize if you succeed in capturing it you cannot imprisoned it. The happiness soon diminishes and dies and you are off on safari again. Happiness needs to be let free for everyone’s pleasure. There is not much rest for a person obsessed with desire always wanting pleasure and happiness. Pleasures are fleeting the only joy is in being free and sharing.

 Corellas  stand in for white doves

Corellas stand in for white doves

To have the pure white dove alight on your open hand is a truly worthwhile goal in life. The line between these metaphors and actual reality merges. An open hand like an open heart brings peace and contentment. Relaxed, calm and tranquil not wanting to possess offering a welcoming open helpful hand. I have found birds and most creatures sense danger and recognize kindness. With time and patience we can create peace around us. To quote Confucius “One step is the beginning of a thousand mile journey”. Opening our hand and our hearts brings us one step closer to a world of peace.

Blue Wren for happiness.

Blue Wren for happiness.

The blue bird sings for our happiness and we should recognize the power of a song. I am occasionally over taken by a negative frame of mind. To be mindful of our thoughts is the first step in the process of correcting unhelpful thoughts. The way to peace and contentment is to control unsavory thoughts that arise in our mind. For a quick short-term fix I use music. To cure the blues, I may get Fleetwood Mac to give Doctor Brown a call, he is that loving man if Doctor Brown doesn’t cure you, nobody can do you no good. With Credence Clearwater Revival and Jeremiah the bullfrog it is joy to the world all the boys and girls, joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me.

A bird on the head is worth two in the bush.

A bird on the head is worth two in the bush.

I call some songs mood music depending on the mood I want to encourage. I may want recovery music if I am fatigued or get-up-and–go music if I am lethargic. I have music that inspires me. According to Doctor Brown with music you don’t need any prescriptions you don’t have to pay no bills. You can choose the music that presses your buttons, we all have different tastes. Music can temporarily alleviate minor upsets. For prolonged peace and contentment it takes meditation practice. This is the aim of meditation to calm and gain control of the mind. Thoughts can invade our minds arising from conscious sensory input and also subliminal causes. Thoughts precede actions repeated actions, become habits that form our character. Understanding basic things that govern our life are often overlooked in the frantic hunt for, the passing blue bird, the fleeting pleasure of possessing.

Love at first sight.

Love at first sight.

A long time ago a million years it seems. The best things in life were free. But no one appreciated a sky that was always blue. And no one congratulated a moon that was always new. So it was planned that they would vanish now and then. And we must pay before we get them back again. That’s what storms were made for and you should not be afraid for, that is the beginning of an old song that helps me appreciate what a wonderful world it is. Although it is not always as we would like it to be. But every time it rains it rains pennies from heaven. Since the days of pennies, it seems a million years now with the flood of inflation; it is now a deluge of dollars.

Birds of a different feather get together.

Birds of a different feather get together.

The sky is not always blue, not only because of rain clouds but because of carbon emissions into the atmosphere. The best things in life are becoming polluted. Air the number one free necessity in life, cleansing fresh free water and wholesome vegetables to sustain life are no longer free. Is it in natures plan or God’s plan that we must pay before we get them back again? Is that what the extreme weather is made for, should we be afraid for, this being the end to our carefree sing along?

I lend my friends a hand.

I lend my friends a hand.

There is a true blue bird of happiness. Life is sweet tender and complete when you find this blue bird of happiness. You will find perfect peace of mind when you find the blue bird of happiness. When he sings to you though you are deep in blue you will see a ray of light come shining through. Yes somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly, so why can’t you and I.

My wild Aussie friends.

My wild Aussie friends.

 

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Do you believe in dreams?

Almost bed time.

Almost bed time.

I had this dream.

One of Gabriel's friends.

One of Gabriel’s friends.

It is the middle of night, am I dreaming? Perched on the foot of my bed is a winged intruder. I have this strange feeling of déjà vu. My vision is clearing the intruder is an angel, that would explain how it got in here with the door locked and the apartment on the thirteenth floor. I understand that angels are capable of flight; also if I am dreaming anything is possible. Cogito ego sum or je pense donc je suis, I am dreaming I am not multilingual, I think therefore I am, I must be wide awake because I recognize this bloke invading my space.

“ G’day Gabriel what are you doing in Aussie? I inquire.

“I am like the Blues Brothers Jack, I am on a mission from God.”

“More like you are Down-under up to mischief as usual.” fearlessly I tell him.

“I am here to save God’s children; you still carry the sins of your convict fathers.”

I ignore this remark and hit him with one below the belt.

“Are you going to pollinate any virgin flowers this time?” I ask defiantly.

“You got it all wrong that was the Holy Ghost Jack, have you no faith?”

“I suppose the world is ready for another prophet, Mahomet’s poetic words are being undermined by terrorists.” I reply cynically.

“Exactly the world is in a devastating situation.” He says giving me a pleading look.

Here we go again, I Imagine I got that old feeling, this music is going round in my head, like a haunting refrain.  All I can think to say to Gabriel is in Olivia Newton John’s song, “Please mister please I don’t want to ever hear that song again.”

“What song?  Amazing Grace you like all the feeling in that one.”  He said in his coaxing angelic voice.

Not a nice way to spend Easter.

Not a nice way to spend Easter.

“I know what your mission is, to find another prophet like Mahomet or Jesus. No way, Jesus was literally, double crossed, and there’s been nothing but problems since that apple episode in the garden.” Having said that I stop and think, they still have dire straits in Iraq, it is said that was the site of the garden of Eden. I must be coming down with industrial disease or something. I plug-in some music, roll over and to the sound of music and go back to sleep.

Is he dreaming he is a butterfly.

Is he dreaming he is a butterfly.

Next morning I think maybe I have turned down my big chance but I believe it was all a dream. In the light of day I know I am not a butterfly dreaming I am a man. In China a man dreamt he was a butterfly, next day he thought am I a butterfly dreaming I am man. I have read of other similar cases, a man dreamt he was in a garden, picks a flower and when he woke up he has the flower in his hand. There are people who believe in dreams and people who do not. Do you believe the dream I had or do you think am I crazy or just fabricating this story to get you thinking?

Is he dreaming he is a man?

Is he dreaming he is a man?

 

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In Geelong.

In Geelong.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOzIBLXfIqM

Helen Reddy probably best known for her song “I am Woman” sang a lot of songs with a good message. Back in the mid 70’s, she sang the best part of a good love is “Free and Easy.” Another one I liked was “And I Love You So.”  Another Australian favorite song was Olivia Newton John’s “Magic” you have to believe we are magic, I like inspirational songs.

Noe of Jack's jotting.

One of Jack’s jotting.

The right choice of music can lift you out of depression or a lazy mood or calm you if you are excited. I choose the type of music depending on how I want to feel.

Take the rains and ride.

Take the reins and ride.

Fair-ground merry-go-round music too, can have a subliminal effect bringing back old memories. Olivia sings, “Please mister please”, and the line, “don’t play sweet 17, I don’t ever want to hear that song again.” That is good advice if you are between merry-go-round rides. In time you will have no problem with those songs, time is a great healer.

Up & down it changes round.

Life changes round with ups & downs.

Most songs have associations with the past, it is best not to dwell in the past, except for songs that recall past joys. Music can recall those happy days and nights.

A symbol of love.

My favorites were once top hits, but like me that was back in the 60s and 70s, even much further back than that. Am I past my use by date? I sure am not rocking and rolling as I used to. But I will keep dancing till the music stops.

A rose for your thoughts.

A rose for your thoughts.

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Elton Freddy John.

Elton Freddy John.

Sing-Along with jack.

Inspiration.

Inspiration.

I want this post to be fantastic. I want all my posts to be fantastic. Maybe sometimes they do strike a chord with those I am in tune with. I know at times I do hit the right note when I get a comment to that effect. That is music to my ears when friends join in my little sing-along. It would be wonderful if the whole world could agree on what song to sing along to, perhaps it would be a lullaby, and stop all the unrest. It is good if we can agree to sing-along with some of the hits we all like and if the song others are singing does not suit us, we can listen to their song, we should not boo and deride.

Right fraimed of mind.

Right frame of mind.

This post will not be top of the hit parade, if I harp on about my ideas, up on stage singing the blues of impermanence, then waltzing along the Eight Fold Path, then my hymn on the Dow, balancing it out with Yin and Yang, concluding with a grand finale of country music featuring Mother Nature as guest artist. I have been singing these old songs over and over like a cracked record, you would not know what that sounds like, am I showing my age? The old record is dated, hope I am not obsolete too and you understand my mature mellow melody.

Fhe Conductor.

The Conductor.

How can I jazz up this act? I like all kinds of music but I am selective, I pick what I find the best for the occasion. A symphony of classical Brahms will put you to sleep so it serves a useful purpose to calm and relax, or is Bach a better bed beat; maybe Beethoven is better, it is what I call recovery music. Get up and go music is Rock ’n’ Roll or Heavy metal that is suitable when you are lethargic or want to do some cardiovascular exercise. There is also motivational music that lifts up your spirits. Music can change your mood better than prescribed pills or illegal drugs as there are no harmful side effects, except you do have to consider the neighbours.  The volume can rupture your ear drums as well as your popularity with your neighbours. People are not easily disturbed unless they are stressed-out or neurotic. If you upset these people there could be repercussions. Weigh up whether it is wise to annoy people. It is your decision you can be like Sinatra and do it your way.

Follow the bouncing ball.

Follow the bouncing ball.

This sing song post is not fantastic. Its cryptic meaning may be missed, it may be too ambiguous. Hopefully it will be entertaining and provide food for thought. The cyber space, libraries and the world is full of eloquent writing from renowned authorities. The problem is we do not read lengthy time consuming literature on heavy subjects. We would rather sing a song or look at some colourful photos of flowers rather than taking the trouble of experiencing the best. The best is out there, but we need to get motivated. Music could be our motivation. Come on let us sing in harmony and appreciate all the best we can find in all the vast selection of choices.

Enjoying nature.

Enjoying nature.

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In Tune with life.

Jack’s Cantina

Marty Robbins’ songs date back to the 50’s, the gun slinger ballads. “El Paso,” “Night time would find me at Rosas cantina, music would play and Filina would whirl, one night a wild young cowboy comes in, dancing and daring a drink he was sharing, with wicked Felina the girl that I love, I challenged his right for the hand of this maiden, down went his hand for the gun that he wore, in less than a heart beat his challenge was answered, the handsome young cowboy lay dead on the floor.” Hollywood movies and songs like this made me a milk-bar cowboy. It was a red sports coat and no white carnation; I was the Milky Bar Kid pushing juke box buttons.

The Milky Bar Kid On The Dominator.

“Kaw-Liga (Kalayja) was a wooden Indian standing by the door. He fell in love with an Indian maid over at the antique store, Kaw-Liga too stubborn to let it show, so she could never answer yes or no.” Marty’s hit song “The Story Of My Life,” was written with a Dobro guitar and a Dodge car. The music we encountered in our travels makes us think of our life story, the people, places and all that we once held dear perhaps loved . Memories we recalled when songs are played, take us back down that long road of no return to the land of what might have been.

Cowboys.

“When some button pushing cowboy plays that love song and here I am just missing you again.” Olivia Newton John sings that song and some songs affect you in that way. “The Carnival Is Over.” I first heard Judith Durham sing back in the mid sixties and it still causes strong emotions in me. Those two Australian singers I like, not only because of their voices, but also the choice of songs and the memories they bring back. Music touches our heart in a way no other art form can. It is mood provoking. We must be mindful of the music we listen to because it can change our mood. Some songs from a joyous youthful era lift our mood. Then there are the bitter sweet songs of the past with their pensive recollections. That can provoke a melancholy, sentimental feeling of indecision of its merits. This is the time to remind ourselves, it is the now we are living in.

The cowboy out back with the FJ.

I do not regret the decision to sail off to foreign lands I was not ready to settle down. “My heart knows what the wild goose knows and I must go where the wild goose goes”, Frankie Laine, back then I empathized with those words. Like in the movie I escaped through those “Sliding Doors” to Napoli. “La Paloma”, no language barrier, music and a smile are the universal language. “Her eyes were deeper than the bay of Napoli.” Did she return to the Trevi Fountain was thirty lira enough, “I wonder who is kissing her now. I wonder who is teaching her how, Breathing sighs, telling lies; I wonder who’s buying the wine for those lips that I used to call mine. I wonder if she ever tells him of me.” Had the doors not closed my life would have been different but still full of “Heart Ache By The Number,” I was ignorant, a wild goose ready for plucking.

James with geese Pukekura Park.

The carnival is not over I am riding on a merry-go-round, with ups and downs and around and rounds.  “Hot Chocolate”, “You Sexy Thing.” “Mississippi” the Pussycats only hit. “That was my song that was her song but it’s over.” Like “Bridge Over Troubled Waters”, was her song. “Up in the morning out on the job work like the devil for my pay, but that lucky old sun got nothing to do but roll around the heavens all day.“ That was my song. “Dire Straits,” would have diagnosed “Industrial Disease.” No letter, no “Dear John.” “I heard it through the grape vine and I nearly lost my mind.” “Only The Lonely.” Mick was right, “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.” Some songs can motivate and keep us going.

Blues on Broad Beach.

“Xanadu.” “Magic,” you have to believe we are magic. Nothing can stand in our way. If all your hopes survive, your destiny will arrive, and bring all your dreams alive for you.” Then “Before The Next Teardrop Falls” “Jumping Jack Flash,” You know “Thin Lizzy,” well “The Boys Are Back In Town.” “Cream”, “The Sunshine of Your Love,” “Eric Clapton.”  “Stand By Me” “I Want to Hold Your Hand.” “A Whole Lot a Lovin’,”  “Leo Sayer” would sing, “You Make Me Feel Like Dancing.” “With a Rebel Yell, “Billy Idol cried “More, more, more,” and “Another One Bites The Dust,” “Queen,” “Rolling On The River,” Tom Jones. It was “Late In the Evening,” with “Paul Simon,” “Love Is in The Air,“ not “Under The Boardwalk,”  “Down Under,” “Men at Work,” “When They Begin The Begin,” N.Z. 1982 “Hands Up,” eight weeks the top hit, still my top hit.

Jumping Jacks son Jason.

There is a lot more memorable music we embrace and hold tightly to our hearts. We all have our own personal favorites, the music that activates our emotions and shrinks time, taking us back to a long lost past. Like “The Ghost Riders in the Sky,” to an almost forgotten lullaby, that tempts us to break down and cry. But “Even the Bad Times Are Good,”  “There are times in this life of mine. That I think the sun forgot to shine. But as long as you are always there, it don’t bother me for why should I care, when all I got to do is run to you.” “You are My Sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey, you’ll never know dear how much I love you; please don’t take my sunshine away.”  We will be, “On The Road Again,” with ”Mustang Sally,” at the wheel. “Get your motor running, head out on the highway, looking for adventure and whatever comes our way. Like a true nature’s child, we were borne to be wild. Yeah! Darling, going to make it happen and take the world in a loving embrace.

More adventure off the highway.

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In Tune With Love.

Happy Jug band.

Intune With love.

The thoughts that invade my monkey mind are often of a musical kind.

I ask the moon and the stars above, what is this thing called love?

Beyond control my thoughts take wings, a symphony of horns and strings.

Music like love makes the world go around. Romantic love is the drama, music the sound.

Beautiful Chinese music.

The sound of love in a squeaky bed, is music not discussed, better left unsaid.

 My mind runs away to love and passion, in the Frankie and Johnny fashion.

Or like the south Texas town down El Paso way, for the love of a maiden there was gun play.

Good entertainment.

These songs of passion entertain but there are songs in another vain.

Uplifting singing.

Sacred music, songs of love Soul and Gospels to the lord above.

When the slaves pick cotton they do not despair, they believe heaven is waiting, the lord is up there.

The mind drifts up to the starry sky above, all soft and cuddly immersed in love.

The best music.

 Singing hymns like “Amazing Grace” in a church or some sacred place.

 An ex slave trader wrote the words to Amazing Grace.  So anyone can change no matter what their disgrace.

There are uplifting popular songs, songs that suit sing-a-longs.

Bo Jangles.

Oh! What a wonderful world, starry starry night these are loving songs of delight.

Cradled in loving arms we heard our first song and remember it all lifelong.

The lullaby a mother sings, unaccompanied by any strings.

Just the sound of a comforting voice is every child’s choice.

A mother’s love, does not stand alone, a farther is needed to complete the family home.

Like yin and yang in harmony, all in tune in a loving family.

Three beat time on one guitar.

To gather together to sing for pleasure is a good way to spend our leisure.

With a song on our lips and a smile on our face we can make the world a better place.

Smiles are infectious, hope you catch one.

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Drawn in the sixties, high on loco weed.

I was high on the smoke from the buds of the cannabis plant, when I sketched this.

That was the in thing in the sixties, light up, tune in and drop out.

It was a wonderful time, except for Vietnam, bad trips, people freaking out and some over dosing on the heavy drugs.

We tend to remember the wonderful part, like extravagant, over the top designed cars, we saw no end to earths gifts. 

The music “The Games People play”, “San Francisco” be sure to wear a flower in your hair, we were lucky living in a land of plenty.

The peace movement , “Blowing in the Wind”. We were becoming aware of conservation and the rights of women.

I started to grow up, the bubble had burst, I learned all is subject to change.

Till the mid sixties I did not realise that nature was a delicate balance and not mine to exploit.

Over the top.

 All the jumping up and down about the Vietnam war was futile, like Iraq and the weapons of mass destruction,

They were words of mass seduction. Who makes money on war? The ones who produce the weapons and then rebuild the ruins.

To support either party is wrong as both sides are but a reflection of one reality. The true enemies are not people but ideology,

greed, hatred and ignorance. 

I done a lot of miles in one of these.

 

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We don’t see instruments like this any more.

 

 

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