Mastery And God

The Road For Artists: It Starts Within

The Song From Today's Episode: Until Love Becomes My Name

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My Public Diary

The road.

Sometimes, other people hear your voice before you do.
Sometimes, other people see a light you don't.
And they tell you it shines from you.
And you don't believe them; how could you?
For you don't see that light.
But you've been looking.
But you've been looking in the wrong places.
Treading carefully along a path well-lit.
But no path worth walking is well-lit.
No path well-lit is worth walking.
The path that's for you is pitch-black.
And by walking it, you disappear.
Your road wants you naked.
By walking it, you unclothe.
And by getting to know the road, you are getting to know yourself.
And when the road knows you, and you don't know the road.
Jump.
Others have jumped before you.
And with every step, you are a little less you and a little more road.
And there will come a step when there is one last foot you and one fresh foot road.
And when you take that final step, you become the road.
Your real work is the death of you.
A birth cloaked as death.
It’s sweet to die alive.

That’s three letters we sing in one song.
But from your lips this time.
God

Mastery And God

Hard work is required to gain the skills. A master then unlearns everything to become a child again. He learns to surrender to the divine. He learns to be life; not force it but to let it unfold through him. He learns to trust in life and knows he’s a mere tool of creation. He obeys and respects the art that comes through. He sees the brilliance of the art and recognizes that he is a mere fool and the work is untouched by him; hence the art captures divinity he could never create alone. Great effort turns to non-effort for the master who has walked the long road that ends in God. He dissolves into his work and smiles when the world cherishes his art. It is not his art, it's the world’s. He quietly communes and serves. He became an artist by his own hands; then at the edge of mastery, he let go and let God do the rest.

a genius

Let's the divine do it all
takes all the credit
know he's a fool
The more one tries
the less genius he is
The more one surrenders
the more intelligent one becomes
Life is intelligence
geniuses don't stand in the way of life

You can’t police the divine like you police yourself

I never know how
The song writes itself
I never know how
The book writes itself
I sit by myself
And I feel I ought to write
I get up and grab my guitar
And the most beautiful little piece comes my way
Through my hands
Untouched
Divine
Pure
Effort is not a word I’d use
Floating perhaps
Stepping aside
Surrendering
Bathing in bliss
The work works alone
And in that divine moment
I feel I am the work
A window
I obey

There is no need to collect or consume anything. It's all within the soul. Unbecome. Melt all you collected. Be who you are. Create with your soul and delight the world. All is within. You came complete. Just see that, be that, and express that. It's the most natural, and effortless soul expression that you are longing for. Spontaneous unfoldment of who you are for your brothers and sisters. It’s all within. Create in meditation, bask in God, and share by direct experience. What you create emanates the state you are in when you create the work. Share God in all you do. Measure your work not by effort and time spent but by the emanation and frequencies that you delight the world with. Take care of yourself and enjoy the freedom and time you have. Watch with your own two eyes what two hands and God can create together.

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Lila Tace