זה, זה מה שאתה

להרוס כדי לבנות האמנות של סוקרטס_

אני יודע שאני קיים

קארל מארקס והאל הפטישי

Knowing one religion symbolically

החיפוש הרוחני

I Am
https://youtu.be/t16Z5oKEc2k?si=upTnkHRAt0kwwDZa

Love Me Hear and Now (dismal)

I Am
https://youtu.be/9fsqVKwkUbA?si=6QlOaug-p7NnHcRd

Beauty in Life (KJMadeit)

I Am
https://youtu.be/ySqNgtccTXM?si=YS53Z1qf2evliUfF

Heavenly Seduction

I Am
https://youtu.be/ISNiFQji2UQ?si=IqHeFKTDaGjZ2Qp9

Better (rain)

Enlightenment as Inherent Presence

שתוק

להתעורר לחיים האותנטים

This soulful blues-folk track follows a restless search for purpose that ends not in distant horizons but in a hidden jewel within. Its chorus—“joy ain’t ending suffering, but knowing your true name”—captures a sudden, electrifying recognition of an ever-present wholeness. A song of rapturous awakening, it invites listeners to feel that rush of pure aliveness and remember: you were never broken—you’re already whole.

Lyrics: 
Knowing Your True Name (slow, finger-picked blues-folk)

Verse 1
I walked these dusty backroads, holes worn through my shoes,
Chasing fortunes I imagined across the far-off blues.
Felt like a prodigal drifter, lost and on my own,
Never guessed the richest treasure was stitched in my own home.

Chorus
Then I heard a whisper, low and ancient-clear:
“The deepest truth you’re chasing isn’t out there, it’s here.
It’s a timeless song within you, an ever-living flame—
And the joy is not escape, but knowing your true name.”

Verse 2
I spent my days a-strivin’, stacking honest pay,
Built my tower of good deeds, mile by mile, day by day.
Thought that peace would crown me after sweat and pain,
But one flash of seeing washed it clean as rain.

Chorus
Then I heard a whisper, low and ancient-clear:
“The deepest truth you’re chasing isn’t out there, it’s here.
It’s a timeless song within you, an ever-living flame—
And the joy is not escape, but knowing your true name.”

Bridge
This isn’t quiet shelter when the thunder’s finally gone,
It’s the shock of sudden wonder, the light before the dawn—
A rush of living power, fierce and free within,
To face this troubled world and know where to begin.

(bluesy guitar solo, mournful with a lift of hope)

Chorus (final)
Oh, I heard that whisper, low and ancient-clear:
“The deepest truth you’re chasing isn’t out there, it’s here.
It’s a timeless song within you, an ever-living flame—
And the joy is not escape, but knowing your true name.”

Outro
No matter where you’ve wandered or what you think you lack,
That ageless truth is waiting—there’s no turning back.
Let that joy rise through you, let it fill you whole;
You were never broken—child, you’re already whole.
(Repeat “you’re already whole,” guitars fading to one last ringing chord.)

Knowing Your True Name

[Voice 1]

I transcend all divisions, I dissolve every frame,
You stuck in the dialectic, trapped inside the game.
No masters, no workers, no class to define,
All matter’s illusion, just tricks of the mind.

You stack up your theory, but thought is a cage,
I sit in the silence, beyond time and age.
Marx saw the symptoms but missed what was real,
You chase revolution, I already healed.

You push contradiction, but I see the flow,
There’s no opposition, it’s one, don’t you know?
History’s cycles? That’s mind playing tricks,
Drop all attachment, there’s nothing to fix.

[Voice 2]

You floating in nothingness? That’s just a joke,
While you meditate, people stay broke.
No dialectics? Then how do we rise?
You sit in your void while the world’s set to die.

Material forces, they shape how we live,
You talk about balance? The ruling class wins.
No masters? No workers? Just theory you preach,
But who owns production? Who profits? Who eats?

Your mind is at peace? That’s bourgeois retreat,
I’m out in the streets, you just sit on a seat.
You think it’s illusion? Well, class war is real,
The system won’t fall just by changing how you feel.

[Voice 1]
You swingin’ at shadows, it’s all just a play,
The moment is infinite, I’m free every day.
Struggle just binds you, keeps feeding the fight,
Let go of resistance, step into the light.

The worker, the owner, they’re ripples, not waves,
Attachment to outcomes just leads to new slaves.
Liberation ain’t found in control or in war,
It’s seeing through ego and wanting no more.

You battle with systems, but who is the “you”?
Drop all distinction, see through what is true.
You fight for a world that you think you can fix,
But nothing was broken, just watch how it shifts.

[Voice 2]
Nah, that’s that pacifist talk of the past,
The ruling class loves when we sit back and laugh.
You say it’s illusion, but tell that to those,
Who starve while elites sip champagne at their shows.

You think that the struggle just ties us in chains?
But only through struggle do people reclaim.
The means of production, the power, the land,
History ain’t neutral, it’s built by demand.

Your “letting go” only lets rulers stay,
The system persists when we look the other way.
You “watch how it shifts”? We shift it ourselves,
Break down the structures, bring heaven to hell.

[Voice 3] 

Yo, listen, both sides been caught in the feud,
One seeks the struggle, the other sees through.
But history ain’t just a war or escape,
It’s evolution, a world taking shape.

Marx saw the chains, but Buddha saw mind,
One fought oppression, the other declined.
Yet neither alone can fully explain,
How matter and spirit must rise as a flame.

Revolution? Yeah, but with wisdom intact,
Not just the hammer, but light in the cracks.
Not just the struggle, not just inner peace,
But growth of the whole till oppression’s deceased.

History ain’t random, it ain’t just a fight,
It’s humanity waking from deep into light.
Each war, each famine, each throne that collapses,
A lesson to bring us to new social classes.

From slaves to serfs, then workers unite,
Each step was needed to sharpen our sight.
But beyond just the dialects, beyond all the strife,
Is conscious progression, unfolding of life.

Nondualism spoke of illusion and peace,
But matter ain’t false, it’s how we increase.
Historical struggle? Yeah, that’s a fact,
But what are we building when we take power back?

Yo, revolution ain’t just for material gain,
If we rise with no vision, then suffering remains.
It ain’t just the owners, the state, or the bread,
It’s the inner corruption inside of our heads.

And peace ain’t enough if the world still bleeds,
Meditation won’t fill an empty child’s needs.
So what’s the solution? What’s the new way?
A synthesis rising beyond class decay.

We seize the means, but also the mind,
Justice and wisdom must be combined.
No gods, no masters? Yo, let’s go higher—
To self-realization, a world set on fire.

Copyright 2025 Danilo Stern-Sapad

Nondualism vs Historical Materialism

Tattvabodha_26Oct25

A faint tension is allowed to surface throughout the song, shaped by an atmosphere where comfort and unease quietly coexist. A hazy emotional landscape is gradually formed, encouraging the sense of being drawn into a dreamlike space where reassurance is felt even as hidden uncertainty lingers. The progression moves gently, allowing the mood to shift without any forceful declaration of intent.

As the piece unfolds, spiritual undertones and electronic elements are naturally intertwined, creating an impression of something both sacred and synthetic. This fusion suggests an influence that feels warm yet strangely distant, familiar yet slightly artificial. Rather than pointing to any single source of deception, the song lets ambiguity settle, allowing the emotional contrast to define the experience.

A turning point emerges as a deeper realization is uncovered: the illusion at the heart of the song has been partly sustained from within. This awareness alters the tone, lifting the sound into something clearer and more resolute. By the final section, the music rises into a space of renewed strength, shaped by a sense of awakening rather than blame. Through this transformation, the song moves from a quiet unraveling of illusion into an expression of reclaimed clarity and agency, with the journey allowed to unfold naturally and reflectively.

Lies You Lullaby

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