Immersion / Distance

TWO LANES - Distance

THE GUEST HOUSE
This being human is a guest house. 
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness, 
some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all! 
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, 
who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honourably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice, 
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes, 
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

The Guest House by Rumi (Impulse of Time by Semion Krivenko-Adamov)

A song about the celtic world calling us!

My Celtia
in my dreams i am with you
You once took my hand and showed me your world with a little smile...
One day I will be with u. Were the stars cover the land...and the wind calls our names...
My Celtia
credits
released May 3, 2024
Composition, orchestal arrangengements, coverartwork, and production by Joran Elane
All VST instruments/programming and vocals by Joran Elane
Mix by Joran Elane

Tin- and lowwhistles, uilleann pipe and structured string pad by Philleann
Master by Philleann


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My Celtia

My Celtia (Joran Elane & Philleann)

(LYRICS)
There's something about the way you move
You must think you're so special.
The way, that eyes, dart the room.
Oh, don't do something that I'd do.

I speak your name when I'm drunk, I drink my liquor, out front.
I stare at pics of us, oh, nothing can get rid of our love.
Never meant that much to you, you said you loved me too.
Two lies don't make one truth, so just fake love til you do.

So I just lie, how much I cry.
Nothing else matters, so why even try?
So I just lie, how much I cry.
Nothing else matters, so why even try?

There's something about the way you move
You must think you're so special.
The way, that eyes, dart the room.
Oh, don't do something that I'd do.

I speak your name when I'm drunk, I drink my liquor, out front.
I stare at pics of us, oh, nothing can get rid of our love.
Never meant that much to you, you said you loved me too.
Two lies don't make one truth, so just fake love til you do.

So I just lie, how much I cry.
Nothing else matters, so why even try?
So I just lie, how much I cry.
Nothing else matters, so why even try?

There's something about the way you move
You must think you're so special.

special

special *out on all platforms*

Movement, Before All Flowers

Saddhaloka talks about the tradition of storytelling in Buddhism, and recounts some of his own favourites. He is the author of a book of re-tellings of stories from the Pali Canon, the oldest collection of texts about the life and teachings of the Buddha. His obvious love of the tales comes shining through - sit back and enjoy...
From the talk Encounters with Enlightenment given at Padmaloka Retreat Centre, 2001.

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Reading Aloud with background music. Sacred poetry from different contemplative traditions for your spiritual practice. Some eclectic poetry and guided meditations too. See playlists.

The Guest House by Rumi (Impulse of Time by Semion Krivenko-Adamov)

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