ART MUST STAND WITH PEOPLE...

AND HELP THEM TO LIVE IN PEACE...
ART MUST DO POSITIVE THINGS....
LET US THINK....

A MESSAGE TO THE SUDANESE ELECTRONIC JIHAD GROUP.....I KNOW YOU ARE READING MY WORDS...

Listen
Don’t lie
Who is Babylon?
Where is she now?
Warning:
Lying is dangerous
Very dangerous
Lying may reduce
Your blood flow
May causes impotence
This is a pen not a revolver
It is a word not a bullet
From me non-violence
To everyone
To you....

Julian Marley supporting The Spanish Revolution at Placa Catalunya

Lover of my Soul.

my beauties, we are moving closer to our sweet night.
Love is our answer, our gift,
Our collective work will make love live.
Art is powerfull.
But Love is Lord of All.

Anam Cara

a world of hardship,
her heart storm wrecked thrown accross lifes tidal landscapes
eaten by salt
beaten cooked and dried by thundering sun
moments of glory ridden emptiness drifting out n out n out
away

away.

Settled chaos
disaster circled
around truth
like
the serpent
coiling a tree

Here we find the seed
a token of bliss in the hereafter
the forever more
comfort revealed
tiny
present
there

heart beating
breathing
living
silence.

Police brutality in Spain

it is real...
I need your help.

dramadramadramadrama

♥♥♥♥

my bright one

When will you believe me
that you are my love
only you.

What does this mean to you?
What did i mean to you?
Do you know?
Do you know my name?
Lover, sweet, call me your lover.

I am wracked with ruin and fueled by dread

Do you think we will marry?
Do ou imagine i am stable?

Shall we write a letter, to the river, ask it for our forgiveness,
ablessing

What other moment do i have
but here, with you.

Will you think away from me?
What do you think i want?

When will you rest with me, watch the stars turn in years of sky
See trees blosssom and age

journey

when will you be mine?

I will not keep you, i cannot.

I can hardly keep myself.
I am not stable.
You want to love me?
A blessing on our times then, but spare me the regrets, i am sad enough already.

Love and ask nothing o fme and i will share my heart with you
sacred, tender
simple,
close.


Close to you, near by,

Settled, smiling.

Here for you.
Only you.

Are you my love?
The one whos arms i can escape into,

the one who will take sanctuary in my embrace.

We will leave the world, find refuge, take shelter, learn, and share, slowly.

What a hard time we have had my love.
I am glad we found each other.

Go where you will, i am here, do you understand?

This months theme

This months theme is "Bright One in the Forest" my beauties. Stir your inner imaginings and lay out some words for us all to feel and find.....13th and 14th march.......what pieces do you have in that heart?

when it gets there

I am a fool, i will be the first to admit, i have a rare condition but i am amazing (not ego, just wishfull thinking...)
AND part of my amazing is you, elusive, sacred, mindfull and real as you are. Even in your everything-elseness, i take part in loving you, unconditionally, from far far away. Like prayer from a halucinating mad man, but true in its promise, sacred in its kiss, golden, sublime.
But with-held, within. Yes, crazy, oh and science to explain, death and injury, a scar on my brain, but beauty!! oh sweet beauty, how your ways are flown through self and wonderment, clarity and joy....but peace, for your sadness is a gift also, rare and simple, kind and Beloved, sweet sweet sweet One, be forever in the grace of however you are, sublime divine being.
Forgive me, a gutter crawler, a madman fixated with stars, but cherish the thought:::oh how someone loves what may be You.
Peace my endless friend and companion in aeons of all of us.

if you are ever Ras Babi

Go spy on us on the facebook drama drama drama group page. We have videos. please see us old friend.

care and peace.x

where do i begin.......?

for too long i have spoken from my pain,
and not my truth.

My family,
my children,
whys and why i am so alone here.

My friends.

Lost
Empty
gone
spoken
through clenched fists
deep hurt
struggle
trauma
old past ruin triggered by nothing or something calling the flood
of feeling
buried water
past

like karma

like pain

too long i have not uttered truth
and if i dare
even if
i am wrong

if i dare to speak
-how will you hear me?

With open ears
or
closed minds

open hearts
or
clenched fists.

Choose your rebelion,
but do not fight me,
not anymore.

Noone here can fight me,
it is not a challenge,
it is a kind of promise.



From when i miss you,
and thought we could dream things real...
i always said; if you can feel it, you can make it real....




i cannot stop myself now.
I am burning on the bridge between the worlds......

Let me kindle.

Alight.

Touch me.

burn.

It is soft, like feathers or breath.
It is light, like hope or feeling good...

like breathing out.

I am breathing out

all my sickness, struggle, pursuits..

breathing out...
all my shit...

all of me ....out....



I am guided by footsteps....it is as if....i remember, but do not know.......Once, i must have known, and i wonder at all that i have lost to get where i am now, how much of me has become part of this sacrifice...and what for? To be known, to become, to remember......my journey retold an endless times, so meaningfull.....each tiny aspect recalled to my heart to be breathed into light life, become love......to become love again......

i shall be born through my love, i am certain of that. i can feel what is and will be but have forgotten what it looks like. When i see i feel like saying "yes! that is it!!!"...but i cannot always find the right words.......and am too absorbed to stay in touch with the truth and not the feeling.....but i am centering.
It is part of the becoming, the remembering.

I have nowhere to go.

I am here already.

Yes. The remembering.

What do you remember, love?

Where do you think you came from?
What do you feel you are?

Speak to me in your silence, when no-one is around. Talk to me as if i were yourself, your heart, the sky or love....gentle stillness, dusk and dawn.....Look and find me in everything you see,Can you feel it? Is it you seeking me or me seeking you?...Be present.....you will find me. I am here, in your moment, within all things. You are my gift, and i am yours. You are my love, become my love and you will know me. Become love, become one with me and open up to our divine journey.
Togetherness is our purpose, here and now.

i will wait for you to speak.
so

i am waiting......

welcome b(l)ack

come come whoever you are.
Wonderer worshipper lover of leaving
even if you have broken your vow a thousand times before.
Come.


Ours is not the caravan of despair,
come.

no more buts

you have always run away.
You think you are being chased.
It is your sad story.

You tell it often.

It is your ticket onto the train.

"but"

I have been here for long also.

Before the tracks were laid.

When mountains had names and songs still in their hearts,
when we could remember.....

Shall i speak?

Or hold my breath?

What do you know of change?



You are still blaming Them.

But they have gone home.

They have caught the last train home, and now they wait to see who you will point at.

It is not us,
It is you.

It is time to wake up from your dream.

You are old, yes, but not so clever.

You can read, and rewrite things.

You can see.

But you do not understand.

Come and listen,

I am at the mouth of the spring, the source,

i come from within.

Will you sit and listen?

I know how to make the change.

Do you want to learn?

I know you can do it..., but,..Jah man..

I know you can
you are special
I knew this
since
my eyes met with
every
and
each
one of you
but
Jah man
Has been
in this Babylon
so long
I needed you to understand
I believe
in what I have done
people
have the power to go in many directions
but
Jah man
has been
in the train
for long
late
late
Drama workshop
have fun
ras babi
is not
that important
I love you all
each
and every one
somehow
energies
meet
indeed.

Change.

so we move.

Let go of your disbelief.

Let go of your fear, your pain, your sorrow, regret.

Now we have changed.

What shall we hold?

Each others hands...

......and jump.


I believe we can fly.

And i am proud to die trying

with You.




we will die.....

.....But the higher we climb,

the longer we will have in the air......

I quit...

Sweet dream...
I quit
they can buy you
not me
you gave them your hand

it has been long
since we have met
for the first time
cold
lonely
you were
look at you now

fuc....
fuc....
you are damaging my head
what is wrong with you?
I thought you believed in the people
look at you

maybe
I am wrong
I am the one
who sings
a solo song
in your dream
not in my soul dream
it is just a piece of land

I quit it
I quit it
I quit it
I quit u
sweet dream
clean me
before
selling me

seekers.....-what?

wake up.
Please.

seekers.....why?

2. Empowering our community with art

1.Seeking understanding, us

2. I am disappointed

1. Why, what happened?

2. I think I am a dreamer

1. You are a crazy man

2. I know

1. Maybe tea, I make it

2. O k

1. O k

2. Nice one

(A break of 3 to 7 minutes)

1. Nice tea

2. I know, you made it, what did you put?

1. Secret

2. I tell you a story?

1. Good

The story happened long time a go, they say; a Sufi was the wisest of his time, people used to go to visit him, when they feel they can not handle the loads they carry. One day while the Sufi was waiting for anyone to visit him, a man who looked worried and tired; stepped in, the Sufi invited him, to get in and sit down, after doing so, the wise one offered him water, and asked:

Sufi:

What makes the brother breathing with difficulties?

Man:

It is the bag I carry

Sufi:

Is it too heavy?

Man:

Yes it is, master

Sufi:

Do you want to get rid of it, for a short time?

Man:

Can I?

Sufi:

For one day; leave it with the ones inside there, in that room with the others, and come tomorrow for it

Man:

Thank you, good man

(He runs away light)

1. Did it finish?

2. What?

1. Your story

2. It is not my story, I have heard it time ago, no, it did not finish

1. So what happened?

2. The other morning the man came back as he promised, after having his water; the Sufi asked him to go inside the room, where the loads are, and to pick anyone that suit him, the man did so; and came back with a big smile on his face, and said to the master:

Man: I prefer this one, I feel right with it, and I do not like any of the others

Sufi: my good brother, you just picked your same bag

(The man ran away very happy)

1. It is o k

2. I know

1. I did not get it

2. I know

1. Can we talk about seekers?

2. what of them?

1. Everyone is confused, they do not know what you want them to do

2. Who is every one?

1. X, Y, and W

2. No they are not

1. Someone said; why ras babi presents, what does he do?

2. Someone does not like the man

1. Other said: why can not we change the theme for next month?

2. The theme for next month is The Forest

1. I did not know

2. Me too

1. Funny thing

2. Yes it is

1. You o k

2. yes I am, and you

1. Not bad

2. People have different experiences

1. They do

2. Money can make sell your brother, your sister

1. I know, money, money, the alternative dream needs no money

2. I know, before the deer falls in the hands, the hunters sold it

1. What deer?

2. Seekers will be great man, every one knows what is going on, I made sure they all know, I spend my time moving from one to the other like a toy

1. Do you have the poster?

2. the poster is done by a genius one, he has got it right, a lot artists around there, encourage me in what I am doing, they understand it, they know it is not about the man; it is about every one, some they know, although I do not spend time with them talking and down loading my projects, they are the reason I am still there

1. What do you mean?

2. What do you mean?

ras babi presents:seekers/Friday28.03.08

Them give definitions to words and things
I and I and I...
full of art
just seek a place
and harmony with this earth
we are sharing
Definition: Seeker (Meaning of Seeker)