This Land Is Your Land Revisited

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I wrote This Land Is Your Land Revisited about a decade ago. It was first published by the http://www.spiritualrenaissance.com/index.html in their old publication. As a musician, I am a late bloomer, and very much an amateur. My dream was to learn how to play the guitar, harmonica, and sing all at the same time, in a way that would breathe life into my poems. After another back injury, I decided to pick up my guitar (given to me by one of my mom’s old boyfriends), and put myself through the learning curve as a way to cope with the pain, and heal. It wasn’t easy, but I kept at it as another form of self expression, and strategy for wellness as a way of life. Also, there is an old story that says that every song originates from a folk song. This Land Is Your Land Revisited is based on the old Woodie Guthrie classic. You’ll recognize the first verse as his, and the following verses as mine. You could say that he’s part of my spiritual light team, and I find his energy inspirational.

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me.

This land is your land, this land is my land
From our Lost Wages to the stock exchange
From the cookie cutter suburbs to the water treatment plants
This land was made for my SUV.

This land is your land, this land is my land
From corporate propaganda to the Woodstock Nation
From the self-evident truths to expanded consciousness
This land was made for Liberty.

This land is your land, this land is my land
From crafty politicians to fortune telling
From intellectual constructs to intuitive understanding
This land was made for reciprocity.

This land is your land, this land is my land
From telepathic communication to respecting diversity
From free for service economies to dreaming a New Dream collectively
This land was made for Aquarian Unity.

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A Song About A Mother And Son’s Sacred Spiritual Conversational Connection

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Wise Fool is song that I wrote several years ago. It was inspired by an old poem written by my mom many moons ago, during one of her psychiatric hospitalization’s from one of her severe bouts of depression. What evolved from her poem is a spirited conversation that arrived out of meditative experiences in the dreamtime. This song is also inspired by the spiritual energy of Coyote, aka the “trickster”, which generally symbolizes the balance of wisdom and folly. Some of my old friends used to call one of my “signature” facial expressions, “the grin”, which reveals this part of my personality. Today, I look at Coyote, and my mom’s Spirit as part of my Spiritual Light Team, which I activate everyday, prior to an early morning intentional prayerful-meditation. I do this by simply saying, “Activate Spiritual Light Team.” And then I typically follow this by saying, “We ask God Directly (Creator/Great Spirit/Universe/Higher Self), and the Archangel’s of the Highest Order, to help Us awaken Our Multidimensionality, walk in alignment with the Universal pillars of Love and Truth, becoming the change We want to see in the world, through the gateway of Inner Peace, one step, one foot, one breath at a time. And for all Your love, support, and guidance along the way, We thank You, We thank You, We thank You. Amen).” Remember that even in darkness, there is light at the end of the tunnel.

Wise Fool

Alone in a place no one can see.
Sit fools spinning dreams of who they might be.
Images and colors flickering, remain undefined.
Serving only to remind.

Are your feelings pulling at you tauntingly?
Smoldering beneath the surface cautiously.
Does your frigid exterior got your smile frozen?
Clinging tentatively to distorted visions
.

Like a vampire bite, dark emotions carry venom.
Attaching blame when I become a victim.
Feeding off the energy of another.
God help me, for I’m a psychic blood sucker.

Are your feelings pulling at you tauntingly?
Smoldering beneath the surface cautiously.
Does your frigid exterior got your smile frozen?
Clinging tentatively to distorted visions
.

Groundhog Day and I’m dead again.
A fleeting shadow is there no end?
Searching for an exit, fools eyes find none.
Until I awaken and see we are one!

Wishing you all wellness & inner peace!

Ari



MLK Meditation On Buddhist Psychology & The State of Current Affairs to Remember

By grasping onto any pleasant feeling tones, 

and trying to make them stick around, 

our disappointments, and resentments will surely follow.

Like when a formerly positive vibe was once experienced as an old friend or relationship 

that has sadly turned into a dark edge that was misled down a black hole. 

Sometimes, we forget that we are all rivers of passing emotions 

instead of  icebergs of unchanging feelings.

That is where monolithic rocks of rigidity remain. 

We may climb those rugged mountains, but if we cling to them, 

then they will become the dirge of our identities. 

Perhaps the gentleness of a deer will guide us into 

an intrinsic adventure in mindfulness that is worth self exploration.

Beware that following the yellow brick road is not a 

destined cure for unwanted feelings, emotions or everyday pain!

The journey in healing is a process of alchemy

rather than a coveted destination.

When we are watching the unfolding situational screenplay of life, 

we can see that our different strokes are not all good times 

because the facts of life and family ties 

are really just everyday moments at the office

that aren’t always easy to make friends with. 

It can be especially hard to say cheers to the unpleasant or neutral feeling tones. 

With all the distractions of the world of 10 thousand things,

 it is hard not to cling to the wanting of

attention seeking, an escape or being entertained. 

Sometimes, boredom is viewed as an enemy,

as is the fear of missing out (FOMO).

Has this pandemic revealed your fomophobia?

Rather, being awake is merely a process for dreaming a new dream,

and sitting with what is.

In this realm, we are allowing for fluidity, mutability, 

and an open passivity with the changing seasons of life.

Remember that without the cold, dark days of winter, 

there would be no sunshine and rainbows. 

Or without the disappearance of a warm summer breeze, 

there would be no colorful foliage to peep at. 

You can’t have death without rebirth 

or get to the light without venturing through the dark.

Having an appreciation for the widespread panic of

sarcasm, sardonic humor, or grumpy complaining 

is different from justifying their sharper edges, 

or condoning mood driven attachments to their energies, 

and becoming identified with them.

Like any attachments, our judgments can become security blankets, 

that manifest into memes of our own projections, 

as well as other forms of suffering. 

In the spirit of that . . .  

When we reflect on the solidaridy and soul power of MLK Day, 

may we be inspired to raise our fists, acknowledge the reality of our own fears, 

and step into them with a compassionate activism of empathic courage.

Till we tweet again peeps,

Ari

Still the Dark Night Walks in Sunlight

It is with deep gratitude that I share this original poem with you that was recently published by Ephemeral Elegies. “Confessional Poetry” is their speciality, and you will find many talented poets at their website.

For those of you who would like to check out my poem featured on their website, and who are also inspired by the power of poetry, give fellow writer Editor-in-Chief Tiffany Renee Harmon a buzz there at: https://ephemeralelegies.com/2021/01/11/still-the-dark-night-walks-in-sunlight-by-ari-bouse/

Also, here is a live recording of the song version of this poem that I just created in a single take. I recorded it in a way that is similar to leaving a voicemail to someone you are trying to reach on the phone: