a little tabla workout on this jazzy, liquid drum & bass track.

Tablarosa

a low-key jazzy meditation track for poets & creatives to work to

Slokay

Elevated by humility
Hidden behind sacrifice
Releasing the blind man to see
You never thought twice before setting the captives free

A master of masters
A teacher of the lost & forgotten
Both the lighthouse and the raft in disaster
You dear one, remained true to the path you were walking in

Redemption was always displayed
Both by the cloud by day & the fire at night
A sign for rescuing many a man from the grave came through your willingness to get messy. You were not shy to their shame, put off by lies. You not only jumped in the foxhole, you dug it, placed them in it and then were brave enough to say “ shut up, let me love you”

Love, when birthed by men whom have known abandonment, death and hopelessness is such a radical and fierce destination. When you have gone without and then receive it all, freely giving what you have received is the heart of the Gospel.

Beautiful brokenness touched by perfect love, allowed the grace of time and space to get it wrong. Yet, in the midst of imperfection or steps are redirected to encounter many that bear our reflection in the mirrors we once peered through. 

Minute by moment, memories in the seas of doubt and despair, when our eye are clinching onto the faintest of light breaking open the dark of night we are gifted glimmers of hope. Our heart is heard in the hurting and for just a second, there is hope.

Far before there ever was our desperation, there was a rescue plan underway. Before brokenness there was unity. Before death was ever placed upon your tongue, life was placed within your nostrils. Deep & intimate inhalation’s were the ebb & flow of the Fathers love..

Did He rescue you? Do you need rescuing? 

For Lower Stone….. I give thanks that I am your son, I miss you

The Lower Stone

Through the vessel 
The story finds passage
From one thought to another
Father, son & brother carry the tales from one generation to the next
Mother, daughter & sister weave together the songs of yesterday
Today.......

Through The Stories Ship

A sound, when spoken from one generation to the next carries a weight of what was, what is and what shall come to pass if we forget. How do you remember? How do you reveal? How to you pass the torch?

As carriers of His presence, we have a responsibility to not only open the scroll, but to co labor with writing what shall be for our children & the legacies they receive from those whom walked before.

This score is just that, a backdrop for what you chose to remember, are willing to present and the sacrifice along the way. The oldest stories, the memories that shaped your character are fertile soil for those of whom are being planted alongside of you as we speak.

So dream, prepare & ask the Father what needs to be revealed. The veil
 has been drawn back over the the eyes of this age, are you willing to open the door, and invite them into the world they thought was left behind?

Through The Belly Of The Ship

A soft & gentle adventure through oscillations to relax, paint and meditate alongside.

Ascending Oscillations

The Reason Why

A slowed down RnB meditation to help renew your spirit and how you look at others

Perfect Light

The sweet romance of when YHWH places you into position to watch His light birth creative glory and healing in the land. Its a whisper of hope encapsulated inside of eruptions of life within a molecular refuge. This feeling, this emotion, this gift of life is what I experience each day as I celebrate life alongside of my wife Leah Dawn or as Holy Spirit spoke today, she is my Covenant Dawn.  As we take a risk of willingly receiving healing, the possibilities are just fleeting moment. Either we reach out our hands and grab a hold of life, or we retreat in defeat, allowing what should be to become never again. Today I encourage you to reach out and place your hands inside of the one whom transforms all the what ifs into definite destinations, repairing the yesterdays into forevermore....

Michael Turley