Life Ecstatic from Twilight by Yonti Ma

LIFE ECSTATIC

I don’t want to ride upon your little pony. I don’t want to be told yet another story. I don’t want to ride in a fairy carriage. I want to fly. For fucking real.

I don’t want to roll down a hill unless it’s very tall and you are laughing along side me. Better if it’s raining better if it’s raining…… oh, oh, oh.

I’m tired of pretending that my soul has chosen, every little fucked up thing that happens. I’m tired of pretending, that it’s not OK, to be not actually in control of, well really, anything.

So much that passes for wisdom these days is just more koolaid you can drink. It’s different colors, but it all tastes the same. It all tastes quite the same at the end of the day.

The human mind is such a very small box into which to fit an entire universe. The human mind is such a very small box into which to fit an entire multiverse.

Have you ever noticed that the words of all the wisdoms seem to come down to one thing which is that: “Hey little mind in there you’re really Ok, it’s really OK. Even all the things you think are not OK they are OK" because… Jesus died for you. Because your soul is choosing all this too. Because nothing ever happens that you haven’t really pre-arranged with your soul in some far away plane.

What happened to the parts of the all the world’s religions that just say be kind? What has happened to the parts of the all the world’s religions that say, love is blind?

What has happened to the soul of every human who used to know how to run from tigers but now just sits at home watching Netflix and ordering sandwiches to be delivered by Amazon?

Remember the Amazon the real, the real Amazon, that wild place?

Remember the last ice age when we all huddled together around fires and sang songs. Remember the last time… you really felt a feeling all the way from it’s beginning to it’s proper end? When you didn’t stick a piece of wisdom in the mouth of the child, a feeling like a great big pacifier, fire, fire, fire, fire fire! Your soul was shouting fire. You put a pacifier in the shouting, shouting, shouting. We all need to do a lot more shouting, need to do a lot more shouting, do a lot more shouting. Not of words, but just of our grief. That wordless place inside… that knows what pain is.

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I don’t think my soul came here to suffer. I don’t think my soul came here to be small.

I don’t believe it all.

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Butterflies dance with the supernova of our True being, isn’t …. well it isn’t…. Is there any truth to being? There isn’t, there isn’t. So be it. So be it. So be it. So be it.

I love you and I want your life to be ecstatic. I love you and I want your life to be.

I love you and I want your life to be ecstatic. I love you. I love you.

• Folk
• cinematic
• experimental folk
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• Portland