Yes... life throws us in turmoil... spins us around like we are in a washing machine. Life shakes us like a rag doll... beats the shit out of us. Life can really try our faith and spirit...
When I find myself in these low... dark caverns; I bust out my Bob Marley... My spirits lift... I feel a sense of being... I become grounded and present. Life begins to have a semblance of clarity. Bob lifts me up! Bob sparks a fire within me and makes me soulful and content.
I'm listening to Bob as I type... my head sways from side to side... my inner "chi" is in line... meditation is achieved. Nirvana is still a possibility.
If even for such a brief and ever so forceful and meaningful time... i am transported and the mundane bullshit of day to day existence is trivial and meaningless... I am one w my spirit...
Wow... all that and No... I'm not smoking pot!!!! Here is to you Bob... a prophet in our day....
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our mind
Woh, have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fullfill the book
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever had
Redemption songs
All I ever had
Redemption songs
These songs of freedom
Songs of freedom
Nesta Robert "Bob" Marley, February 6 1945 – May 11 1981 RIP!!!
