Everyday Magic Everywhere: days in Japan

Travelling alone. Solo touring.

My days are mostly spent in solitude amongst thousands of unfamiliar faces crossing in the streets on my daily walks to a park here, another ward there.

Time alone but hardly lonely because many live inside of me. Many me’s, but also many you’s, many others. Many its and many I don’t know what’s.

So we walk together, and always there is the Other me, being aware of this multitude, my general manager also, sometimes making “executive decisions” as I’d like to call them, for the better good of the bunch that I am.

Every day I tune into that Other grander me, which resides as much inside of my cells as it resides outside of the seeming contour of my body and which is  capable of expanding to just about anywhere on a moment’s hunch.

It seems as if this grander me would not mind me being more fully my multitudes. Wheter dark or light. Anxious, panicky, or relaxed and blissed out. All of them.

Being. Aware. Allowed to exist instead of judged and measured.

So when I say I play music, well…where is the I? And how manies is the I that is playing?

When engaged in playing, my Other I, aware as it is of all that is me and all that these me’s are aware of, and all the ways they are connected to as many, or many more other me’s and its, all this Other I is doing, is making itself as big as necessary, for all these others to be allowed to be, serving as fuel for the fire of creation, that burns as an act of creation.

As my brother Ra Kalam Bob Moses so deeply said, quoting his spiritual master Tisziji Munoz (I’m paraphrasing): all our knowledge is fuel for the fire of creation. As such it is offered in the now.

We burn it again and again.

That’s the act of creation.

And so, on my solitary walks, it seems like I am burning many baggages and energies of many me’s in the fire of creation, offering it to the Earth and the Heavens, many as they be.

Music, as a path, is a kind of religion, as my friend and mentor Jabali Billy Hart once said.

I was and am blessed and graced to know and have known some very real masters.

It is good company to have.

When alone we are not alone.

Although sometimes we can miss some specific others.