فـ حَسبِيَّ أنكَّ لِيّ شاعرٌ، وحَسبُك أنيّ أنا السَّاحِرة.

راشمانينوف| السمفونية الثانية: الخِتام IV

The Aesthetics Values Of A Noble Soul.

البَهاءُ الرَّحيب لصوتِ مَوْلَاة الْقَدَاسَة.

For Intellectual Intimacy, 1951.

The Diary Of A Tortured Soul, 1922.

بعدَ موتي وتعفّن جَسدي
ستستمر الحدائق بالإزهار،
البَّحر بالجريان والسمَاء باللمعان،
و ستستمر رقصتُهم،
تماماً كما اليوم،
ويستمر الشتاء والربيع،
والصيف والخريف بالقّدوم على أعتاب بابي.
سوف يسير الآخرون في شهر أبريل
بِمُحاذاة البستان،
حيثُ سرتُ هناك في أوقاتٍ عديدة.
سيكون ثمّة الكثير من غروب الشمس 
البطيء على المُّحيط،
وسيحبُ الآخرون الأمور التي هويتُها،
سيكون الضّيَاء ذاتهُ،
المَرح ذاتهُ،
والحديقة ذاتها التي تَقبعُ قُربَ سريريّ.
وبعض الخُّصل الذهبية التي تَنسلُ مِن الغّابة،
تماماً كما كانت قبلَ أنّ أموت.

-صوفيا دي ميللو 

مقطوعة غلوريا أو المجدُ للأعالي لأنطونيو فيفالدي.

Fragile as the World

راشمانينوف_ الحركة الثالثة من السمفونية الثانية: أداجيو| أوركسترا فِلهرموني ليننغراد 1956

“No Fear, My Dear” is a new bluesy humanist piano jazz kinda psychedelic soul torch song EPx19—a love letter inspired by and dedicated to the one and only Nina Simone, all strong women, and to the simple, not-so-radical idea that freedom only begins when fear ends 🕊️

EPx19 is a no BS BLOWsutra (Revolt Now) meditation, an agnostic prayer hour for truth, justice, & solidarity (for a world gone mad bananas)... yet another empathetic and courageous pep talk of light for dark times, to help our guts know, our hope grow, and our hearts glow  ❤️‍🔥

Side A (1-10) honors Nina's love for timeless acoustic bluesy piano jazz magic 🪄
Side B (11-19) indulges my love for psychedelic dub + indie folk + banjo blues + gipsy lofi experimental genres fusion  🏴‍☠️

❢ ❢ ❢

@bananasutra song #lyrics
 
[INTRO]
“I’ll tell you what freedom means to me…
No fear, my dear, freedom means no fear.”
And if my voice should tremble,
Let it ring loud and clear.

[VERSE 1 — “I Had a Dream”]
I had a dream we woke as one,
No hearts undone, no souls outrun.
A world where truths walked side by side,
And no one had to run or hide.

[VERSE 2 — Strong-Women]
My mother said, “Stand tall, my girl,
Don’t bend your fire to fit their world.”
She taught me souls can crack and break,
But dignity’s our own to make.

[HOOK]
No fear, my dear, the light inside us glows.
No fear, my dear, true spirit always knows.
No fear, my dear, freedom grows from our spark.
No fear, my dear, bow out their goddamn dark.

[VERSE 3 — Sound-as-Salvation]
Some pray in halls of dust and stone,
Some kneel where tired saints have gone.
But I find truth in rhythm’s rise,
Where basslines pull the dark to light.

[VERSE 4 — Mirror of the Times]
We watch the days grow mean and cold,
Let’s join our hands, and break that mold.
Let artists shine where lies appear,
Hold a mirror against the fear.

[BRIDGE]
If sorrow’s got you by the throat,
I’ve walked that road, I know that note.
Storm winds can strip us to the bone,
And still we rise, don’t feel alone.

They’ll call the truth a threat, a scar,
They’ll twist the past to dim a star.
But breathe, my love, hold your own mark.
Let freedom burn their toxic snark.

[HOOK]
No fear, my dear, the light inside us glows.
No fear, my dear, true spirit always knows.
No fear, my dear, freedom grows from our spark.
No fear, my dear, bow out their goddamn dark.

[OUTRO]
If your voice should tremble,
Let it tremble to the light.
No fear, my dear,
Let’s sing it through the night…

❢ ❢ ❢

Side A [10] No Fear, My Dear • BLOWsutra Revolt Now Dubby Psychedelic Chanson Bluesy JAZZ

Shadows Stretch and Pause

[Verse]
Shadows stretch and pause
Tasks rise like silent mountains
Steps lost in soft fog

[Chorus]
Breath breaks in and out
Hands are cut from their bodies
Restless
We watch on

[Verse 2]
Hours melt and pool
Work sticks like a rusty anchor
We sink slowly down

[Bridge]
Hope bends
Bruised and torn
From her cross
She cries for mercy
We ignore her calls

[Chorus]
Breath breaks in and out
Hands are cut from their bodies
Restless
We watch on

Shadows Stretch and Pause


I hit the ground hard, but I don’t stay there.
I rise with more fire than I had before.
Every fall sharpens my instincts and deepens my strength.
I don’t fear the drop; I trust the climb that follows.

I step into my own timing. I grow in the soil meant for me.
I don’t rush my unfolding, and I don’t shrink for anyone else’s comfort.
I bloom with the colors that belong to me alone.
My path is my own, and I walk it without comparison.

I treasure the empty spaces that make my life feel whole.
I honor the quiet that holds my clarity.
In the pause between choices, I hear my true voice.
The gap becomes my grounding, the silence my teacher.

I release what I cannot shape. I let the inevitable move through me.
I stop fighting battles that were never mine to win.
I free my energy from what refuses to change.
Grace meets me when I stop gripping the ungrippable.

I honor impermanence as a companion, not a threat.
I welcome the truth that nothing stays the same.
I loosen my attachment to how things were and soften toward how things might be.
I stand alive inside the fleeting moment, fully awake, fully present.

I rise. I unfold. I honor the pause.
I surrender. I transform.
And I rise again, brighter than before.



ungrippable

مُغْتَبِط بِلَذَّائِذ النُّبوغ واِلْتِماعَة التَفرد والغُلْوَاء، والنرْجِسيَّة على جَبيِنهِ تَسْطع.

البَهاءُ الرَّحيب لصوتِ مَوْلَاة الْقَدَاسَة.

فَــرَح