A letter from an unknown Bruce Lee to his future self...

My Definitive Chief Aim

I, Bruce Lee, will be the first highest paid Oriental super star in the United States. In return I will give the most exciting performances and render the best of quality in the capacity of an actor. Starting 1970 I will achieve world fame and from then onward till the end of 1980 I will have in my possession $10,000,000. I will live the way I please and achieve inner harmony and happiness.

Bruce Lee

1969

Moments by myself with everyone else

I am having a moment. Another one I want to share 'privately' - else I'd just put this on my facebook. What is this need? I don't know what's happening. I feel like Portman in Black Swan - but my transformation feels like going from a dark brown duck to a Stag in the woods.

Let me tell you what tripped me over here. I was in the general rush of life at 11:30 - I read a few things, and somehow winded up reading the following passage from a Pablo Neruda poem titled 'We Are Many'-

"I would like to be able to touch a bell

and call up my real self, the truly me,

because if I really need my proper self,

I must not allow myself to disappear"

Concordantly, I was listening to a recently finished and recorded song this morning on the way into work; in fact, I'd been singing it to myself on the way in the door. The chorus is in two parts (could consider the first part a bridge I guess) and I was singing the second, or defined chorus - anyways, the song structure is neither here nor there - the words are as follows -

"And I lost my way

forgotten who I am

and all I know

is I'll be born again"

It is probably going to be the last song on the my new album of music. I wrote it over a year ago, and I just recently finished it about three weeks ago or so; I found the character of the song, I found it's melody and somewhat it's voice - enough to satisfy myself so far at least. Over a year later, when I was tracking it - the last song I tracked for this record - I began sobbing by the end and it was hard to finish the last two lines.

Before I started singing this song - after the guitar was already laid down, there was a flap flap flap flap against glass - and somehow a dove found it's way into the chimney and was rapping the glass. We opened the glass and worked to get it out, however he or she just flew around the studio and then started walking around the ground; these were billable hours so I just said whatever and started singing. Once the song was done, the dove flew out.

I like coincidences. I have a desire to believe them as magic - and that desire is good to have if the belief has been thus far muted as a passive response to circumstance.

Then today I read that poem from Pablo and something eerie happened. I realized how long I'd been doing this, but furthermore, how long I'd been doing this out of my own body - today I was reading Pablo Neruda for myself, and I felt like crying...

The song I wrote is entitled 'The Pursuit of Dreams' and is one of two title tracks off my new record due out sometime late this fall.

Karan

Tuesday!

Phew what a weekend. Got some good things in the works and looking forward to sharing them slowly and in a very different way than previously.

In the interim, take a little break and come around the world with me.

So I'm a little late on the uptake

But when I hit my mark I will hit it gloriously.

I want to take nothing of anyones, only give what is mine.

I strive for these ideals, and that is good; it's as Rumi says, "When I search for God, God is the look in my eye" - i'm paraphrasing this by the way. I think i am.

Stephon from SNL - you've seen this? You need to see this. New Yorks hottest new club is Slice...

Stephon is a mixture of a barista that serves Bill Hader and a club promoter that spoke to one of the writers on SNL. Their marriage in this character is pretty awesome.

I have worked to love and to love correctly. I have done incorrect things, but cannot remember having evil intentions. I have had shades of bad intention, I still feel very bad about those. Sometimes the Good and Bad mix into a very thick soup.

God has been good to all of us. I cannot properly understand the evil - that's good I cannot understand it - god forbid that I may ever understand it, maybe could be my prayer.

I will post a letter I wrote recently as to my educational goals and why Antioch college can help me reach them.

I am recording another album, I might keep it to five songs and call it an EP. I haven't told many this, and I'm not sure how many people read this blog. I've circled around to a nice sort of mid-level public privacy - a privacy born from the lack of any interest from the outside world. My girlfriend might read this - hello deary, i really appreciate you helping me learn how to be loved.

He's a super charming robot that runs on friendship.

My head leans to the right as I write, like a dog watching his master quizzically. I see the words come out and I think only God may be as interested as I am in this. There is a great detachment from myself at times, generally when I have some wonderful endorphins going. sp?

Just finished a workout so intense with a person I met at the gym that i feel like i'm going to yak, but that's subsiding into a glow. I have made a friend named James - I can't believe how lucky I am to have such great close friends. I have surely a lot fewer "friends" but I can say I have real friends.

I guess it's easier to type than write in a journal. It's not even a quarter as satisfying, but I can do it quickly and get back to work.

I guess I should do that.

"Rosebush, and The Pursuit of Dreams"

I think.

yay for lent.

I do not want to take anything, really.

PS. I'm soon going to post this awesome letter they found that Bruce Lee penned when he was 28 - yes.

Sweety

I get a chill each time I hear this song, and for some reason it plays every single time I'm in the gym...this has gone on for about two months. Sometimes my stomach lurches; I used to not like it I guess. I don't know, something about it scared me is probably the closest to truth I can feel. I was scared of all sorts of ridiculous things - probably still am in lots of ways - maybe even 'scared' of not being scared! I just made myself laugh.

Anyhow, I think I'm finally able to swim in my Sweet Disposition...and by 'swim' I of course mean dance around like crazy in my living room while it plays.

Galileo would be really excited

The video is made entirely by images captured from the Cassini spacecraft. So this is a good idea what it would feel like traveling to Saturn. To confirm - this is not rendered artificially - this is the real Saturn! wow!

I lay down my arms

To the constant badger of time, "My God"

Well, it's Lent. So that's awesome.

Sometimes I want to go dip into the pool of reminiscing. I don't always mean to go there, but sometimes, as I look around through the thickets in the forest, I end up at being let out into a clearing where the cool pond of memories remains still and inviting.

Before I know it I'm disrobed, and creating unintentional ripples with my toe - a moment later I hear the 'woosh' of water quickly engulfing my head and the echo's of conversations once had.

I get out, completely soaked, and the air in the forest seems cooler, almost too cold sometimes; other times, the sun warms me just right as I lay down to dry off.

Other times I have to come here, to my writing, and ring out my wet hair and shake off the droplets holding on. I come back to the fresh scents of oak and vegetation.

That's one thing about moving about so much, you meet a lot of people, you have a lot of really wonderful experiences, and you gain an ocean which though often threatens to drown you - at other times keeps you refreshed. I guess it does what you allow it to - like any water - either refresh and sustain, or destroy and drown. Memories must have some eternal importance, but I don't think I really know about these things.

God bless the Japanese too.

PS. There is, right now, a Facebook meme about how this is Japan's karmic payback for Pearl Harbor. Seriously. I'm sure there is some karmic payback for thinking that way as well. You can donate to the relief efforts on RedCross.org

What a year so far hmm.

Karan

As much a light, as a flame

Thank you

My Dear

The sun is up, the sky is blue, it's beautiful, and so are you, Dear Prudence; won't you come out to play?

Presently untitled song

The nighttime’s cold
So baby hold me close
And won't you warm my skin
Before the day breaks in

My prayer is song
Where my heart belongs
Flames break across
So my hope’s ain't lost

Cause it’s an unseen breeze
That's breathin’ in me
It’s a heart aflame
That's burning bright as day
And I’ve lost my way
Forgotten who I am
And all I know
Is I’ll be born again

Volcanoes erupt
Fire fills my cup
The curtain comes down
Silence breaks the sound

Cause it’s an unseen breeze
That's breathin’ in me
It’s a heart aflame
Burning bright as day
Cause I’ve lost my way
I've forgotten who I am
And all I know
Is I’ll be born again

-K. Singh & The Freshwater