Getting down to the roots

lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 30

psalters – dumpster divers: https://psalters.bandcamp.com/track/dumpster-divers

Come now and join the feast
From the greatest to the very least
Come now and join the feast
Right here in the belly of the beast

Cops and soldiers you can come too –
Lay down your guns and c’mon thru
Rich people get rid of your stuff
Poor people there will be enough

Mighty ones come down from your thrones
Little ones you will not be alone

Lazy man come to the table
Make some food for those who ain’t able
Pretty winner swallow your pride

Drink the ugly loser who for all died
Make sure everyone gets some
Then we’ll see the kingdom…

Matthew 6: 25-34

“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.

“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.”

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lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 31

psalters – psalm 6: https://psalters.bandcamp.com/track/psalm-6

Be gracious to me for I’m falling away
Heal me oh Lord for my bones are dismayed

And my soul is greatly dismayed
& my soul is greatly dismayed

Oh Lord how long Lord
Oh Lord how long Lord

Return and rescue my soul

from The Divine Liturgy of the Wretched Exiles, released June 14, 2006

defective prefect

this world’s kings
rule nothing.
derelict and dumb
to Truth, corrupted,
callous and crudely
used by unclean
spirits who possess,
abuse, plunder and loot
all of creation
to divide all into
states and nations
paddocked, isolated
goats and sheep,
as the war drums
keep on marching,
the beat droning
on and on and on

O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger,
or discipline me in your wrath.
2 Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;
O Lord, heal me, for my bones are shaking with terror.
3 My soul also is struck with terror,
while you, O Lord—how long?
4 Turn, O Lord, save my life;
deliver me for the sake of your steadfast love.
5 For in death there is no remembrance of you;
in Sheol who can give you praise?
6 I am weary with my moaning;
every night I flood my bed with tears;
I drench my couch with my weeping.
7 My eyes waste away because of grief;
they grow weak because of all my foes.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of evil,
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.
9 The Lord has heard my supplication;
the Lord accepts my prayer.
10 All my enemies shall be ashamed and struck with terror;
they shall turn back, and in a moment be put to shame.

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lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 36

wayfaring stranger

I’m just a poor wayfarin’ stranger
Traveling through this world of war
Ain’t no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land I’m headed for

I’m going there to see my Father
Says he’ll meet me when I come
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home

I’ll soon be done with earthly trials,
My body asleep in the old church yard
I’ll drop this cross of self-denial
And enter on my great reward

I’m going there to see my Father
Says he’ll meet me when I come
I’m only going over Jordan
I’m only going over home

I’m just a poor wayfarin’ stranger
Traveling through this world of war
Ain’t no sickness, toil or danger
In that bright land I’m headed for

Psalters – Home for refugees:

https://psalters.bandcamp.com/track/home-for-refugees

Revolution come free us, Holy Brother us desert wanderers have no place to call home
Physician come heal us Holy Mender us blind ol lepers can not find our way home
Refugee just like me please don’t leave You’re our only….
Compassion come save us Holy Lover us warmongers ruined this place we call home
Refugee just like me please don’t leave You’re our only…Home, Home.

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lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 37

theillalogicalspoon – the hours:

https://theillalogicalspoon.bandcamp.com/track/the-hours

There was so much life! There was so much life! But I wanted to die
(i hated my toil cause I could always say “so what?”)
I couldn’t see how to grasp that flower, every time my hands touched it, it began to wither
The moonlight picked a spot to shine to pull the earth hither, but it could not detach a blossom from the dark of my desires
I thirsted for that wine of joy, I pulled the cork -a trigger- it didn’t deliver, instead it ricocheted i sat and watched the bottle shatter
I’m trying to find something that I cannot find, I’m trying to find something I cannot find
My heart started thumping, but it left me behind.

There was so much life! There was so much life! But I fell asleep
(you should never sleep because there is so much to find out)
I hated my toil cause I could always say: “so what?”
If I do or if I don’t it doesn’t matter much
Everything is wearisome, man cannot explain
took the road less travelled it was pretty much the same
House of boredom and wondering why
wishing I was some place else, too weak to cry
Worked myself up saying it’s good to be alive
but in the end though wise or fool everybody dies
While were here the days go back and forth between chaotic stress and nothingness feelings of vanity
Even walking with my Lord joy’s home
The distance is more obvious I most feel alone.

The hours they have nothing to give
never the less we must live
the hours they have no guarantee
this applies to everything.

There was so much life! There was so much life!

from experiment #3: remember your creator in the days of your youth, released April 15, 2008

poem

oh my how high you
fly up in the sky
don’t you know you
can come down
on down to the ground where
I ramble round this
old town, same old
place I’ve always been
lost, but now have
been found laying
at your feet
Lord I am unworthy
of your faithfulness
but I am learning
and yearning for your
face like the sun
to come shining
through to burn
away the chaff
weighing heavy
upon my heart

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lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 38

aradhna – Amrit Vani:

https://aradhna.bandcamp.com/track/amrit-vani

Words and music by Sadhu Nitesh
Arrangement by Peter Hicks and Chris Hale

Amrita vani teri, amrita vani teri
Your Immortal word, your immortal word

Jai jai Yeshu jai jai ho
Victory, victory be to Jesus, victory, victory

Jai jai Pita jai jai ho
Victory, victory be to the Father, victory, victory

Jai jai Putra jai jai ho
Victory, victory be to the Son, victory, victory

Paawana Aatma jai jai ho
To the Holy Spirit be victory, victory

Jeewana data jai jai ho
To the Life-giver be victory victory

Jai jai Yeshu Jai Jai ho
Victory, victory be to Jesus, victory, victory

Scripture reading:

2 Corinthians 2:10-16

To whom ye forgive any thing, I forgive also: for if I forgave any thing, to whom I forgave it, for your sakes forgave I it in the person of Christ; Lest Satan should get an advantage of us: for we are not ignorant of his devices. Furthermore, when I came to Troas to preach Christ’s gospel, and a door was opened unto me of the Lord, I had no rest in my spirit, because I found not Titus my brother: but taking my leave of them, I went from thence into Macedonia. Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place. For we are unto God a sweet savour of Christ, in them that are saved, and in them that perish: To the one we are the savour of death unto death; and to the other the savour of life unto life. And who is sufficient for these things?

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lkisaid thoughts, sounds, and creative miscellany episode 39

Excerpt from “Why Hope” by Ravi Zacharias:

https://www.rzim.org/listen/let-my-people-think/why-hope-part-1-1

aradhna – Jaya Dev:

https://aradhna.bandcamp.com/track/jaya-dev

Sanskrit words by Brahmabandhab Upadhyay
Music by Chris Hale and Peter Hicks

Upachita-chirachin-mukurita pratibimbita
You, who are the blossoming of abundant, eternal knowledge, the reflected one

Brahma-paraatpara-roopa
Form of the infinite, highest of the high

Kanaka-kumaari-baalaka bhava-chaalaka
You, who are the child of the golden virgin, yet ruler of the universe

Nirguna-gunaabhiraama, Nirguna-gunaabhiraama
Full of delightful qualities yet beyond comprehension

Jaya Deva, Jaya Deva, Narahari, Narahari
Victory to God, Victory to God, the man-God

Pandita-mandala-mandana bhaya-khandana
You, who are the radiant gem in the assembly of the pandits, destroying fear

Dandita-bhandana-bhoota
With a rod of rebuke, driving out the evil spirit

Aadhi-vyaadhi-vitaadana para-sevana
You, who dispel cares and destroy diseases, serving others,

Paavana-lilaa-khela, paavana-lilaa-khela, paavana-lilaa-khela
All your works shining with holiness

Vinivedita-nija-vedana bali-jeewana
You, who have offered yourself to suffer agony and dishonor,
the sacrifice of your life

Krita-kilbisha-visha-naasha
Destroying the poison of evil within

Lalita-dayita-hrid-ranjana nayana-anjana
Desired one, beloved, delight of the heart, soothing ointment for straining eyes

Sudalita kaala-karaala, kaala-karaala, kaala-karaala
Victorious crusher of fierce death!

Narahari was introduced as a title for Christ by Brahmabandhab Upadhyay (1861-1907) in 1901. The title first appeared in a Sanskrit stotra by Upadhyay, where he describes how God reveals his love to us by becoming fully human while at the same time remaining independent and free of his creation. Upadhyay was always searching for words that sprung from the soil of India that could be used to describe various aspects of God’s nature. Nara-hari means, “man-God.” For more information on Upadhyay, read Julius Lipner’s, “Brahmabandhab Upadhyay: The Life and Thought of a Revolutionary.”

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