Soulful Sadhak

[Reorganizing my blog and reposting this song i wrote in 2020. Will share all my music on this blog from now on]    If I was the president I would make this suffering end I would care about human lives Man would not mistreat their wives Every people would live free There would be democracy If I was the president I would make this madness end We’d all have enough to eat Nobody’d need to be on the street I would sow love not hate I would make my country great If I was the president I would try to understand How this ol’ world has gone so wrong Why can’t we all live as one The Hindu, Muslim and the Jew Brothers and sisters me and you If I was the president I’d save the dolphins and the elephants I would make the climate cool Children wouldn’t have to go to school People would no more eat meat All the chickens and cows would be freed But I can't be the man in chief They say I’m too young, I’m naive We gotta save the economy Protect our borders, erect a fence If I was the president...

They say that it in the bush the seeds only sprout after a bush fire Look closely Today's storm is carrying in it the seeds of tomorrow Listen to the thunder The rumbling of the old falling apart is the birth cry for the arrival of what we have been carrying inside of us for so long We may be alone and isolated now the land lies barren and fallow But when this wind blows over we will be together again Let it be the moment to step out of our separateness into a new plain of existence Where we reap the fruits of these seeds that have been waiting in the depths of our consciousness Look deep inside before you go outside Listen closely attune yourself The time is ripening Prepare the soil Don't spoil this opportunity Prepare your soul Be ready to embrace the new as a whole

There is a dictator, who’s living in my head. He tells me what to do, and keeps me awake in bed. And why I listen to him? Honestly, I don’t really know I just do what he tells me to Why can’t I just let go? He says: ‘If you let go you’ll be lost’ ‘If you let go you’ll go mad’ Facing a wall inside your head? And I feel all heaven will fall down, just because that’s what he said But maybe there is life beyond these dictator’s walls enclosing me If I stopped listening to him then maybe I could be free I could go and walk in the sun, enjoy it shining on my face Just sit down and have some fun And not be trapped in that small space It would be like a revolution, and heaven ‘d rejoice and sing So why can’t I make the resolution And for once do my own thing?

Vandaag vast ik. Volledig. Vandaag eet ik niets. Niets. Vandaag is het Goede Vrijdag, de vastendag bij uitstek. Vandaag wil ik Christus die op het kruis stierf gedenken. Vandaag wil ik lijden met de Christus. Vandaag wil ik lijden met iedereen in de wereld die lijdt. De Vasten zijn populair. Nog steeds. Het valt me op dat – tezamen met Kerstmis – de vasten wellicht één van de weinige christelijke gebeurens zijn die volledig “ontkerstend” worden en als dusdanig levensvatbaar blijven in deze ontkerkelijkte wereld. Dieetregels zijn populair in elke religie, en des te meer in de hedendaagse cultus van het individu waarin de reclameborden – een soort hedendaagse farizeeën – dicteren dat je moet lijden om dat goddelijke lichaam te krijgen. Dat brengt me bij de vraag: waarom vasten wij? Vasten lijkt iets met lijden te maken hebben. Lijden voor seks en succes, de hemel op aarde van onze moderne cultuur die binnen handbereik is als we eenmaal dat goddelijke lichaam hebben? (Opmerkelijk genoeg a...