September 27, 2011

My vision has been going south lately.  I struggle to read--very frustrating.  However, I did have some moments of incredibly moving clarity during a visit from San Pedro this past weekend.  Tears of joy clarity, the kind we all have buried deep within us beneath layers of conditioning.  I watched "Concert for Bangladesh" and completely broke down sobbing when Harrison sang "Here Comes the Sun."  The man radiated compassion.  Dylan, too.  I may just be an old fuddy-duddy, but I have yet to see a band or a poet carry the torch those guys lit for us.  Maybe U2 and Springsteen tried, but nobody lately.