What secret box must I steal to rediscover the timeless space?
Shall I befriend the angel of light
or the dark voices only I can hear?
The secret of improvisation is to always say yes,
to always gratefully accept whatever is offered;
my life is a long improvisation
And the dark voices offer their dark critiques
but the angel of light will never whisper 'no'
I improvise my sacred love
over the random jazz heart
and the discordant nerves
Practice the timeless breath
out by breathless mesas
red hawks riding thermals
Compassion for the angel of light
Compassion means presence
but does not require deep listening
Attend the feelings, but walk beside
keep your distance from the darkness
There are no wrong lines in improvisation —
There's the footlights, and the outer darkness;
There's the darkness & void where a world is created
and the light where the world begins
The box has pearlised inlay:
young artist as crow
in his black fedora
and his morning ritual
Open the curtains: let the jazz begin.