Astonishing never ending happening (Bill Fay)

The never ending happening

Of what's to be and what has been

Just to be a part of it

Is astonishing to me

The never ending happening

Of waves crashing against the cliffs

The falling seed the wind carries

The never ending happening

Souls arriving constantly

From the shores of eternity

Birds and bees and butterflies

Parade before my eyes

The never ending happening

Of the four winds changing direction

Nightfall stars sun rise again

Birdsong before the day begins

For some it's like tight-rope walkin'

Blindfolded and shaking

On either side fear and pain

For some it's like tight-rope walking

The never ending happening

Of war evermore and sore famine

Yearning for the day to be

When god will roll his stone away

The never ending happening

Of what 's to be and what has been

Just to be a part of it

Is astonishing to me

Read more: Bill Fay - Never Ending Happening Lyrics | MetroLyrics 

City of dreams (Bill Fay)

Oraindik Bill Fay-gaz flipetan,...

From the album "Life Is People" (2012)
LYRICS:

I'm a street sweeper in your city of dreams

Yeah, I'm a street sweeper in your city of dreams

Sweepin up the paper cups between the limousines

Street sweeper in your city of dreams

Thousands of windows, I'm scared of what I see

Thousands of windows, I'm so scared of what I see

People wired up to telephones, plugged into TV screens

Thousands of windows, I'm so scared of what I see

Lookin at the sky above, higher than these neon names

I'm lookin at the sky above, higher than these neon names

You can't buy and sell the clouds, they aint among the commodities we trade

Lookin at the sky above, higher than these neon names

I'm waitin for the city of God

Yeah, I'm waitin for the city of God

When what is will be what was

Waitin for the city of God

I'm a street sweeper in your city of dreams

Yeah, I'm a street sweeper in your city of dreams

Sweepin up the paper cups between the limousines

Street sweeper in your city of dreams

City of dreams

Enjoy life!

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At the end of the day (Bill Fay)

At the end of the day
Aint nobody else
Gonna walk
In your shoes
Quite the way
You do
So be at Peace with yourself
And keep a spring in your heel
And keep climbing that hill
And be at Peace
With yourself
In the cold winter chill
When the wind blows like hell
There´s a way
Where there´s a will
Dont cry over
Milk that spilt
At the end of the day
Aint nobody else
Gonna walk in your shoes
Quite the way that you do
So be at Peace with yourself
And keep a spring in your heel
And keep climbing that hill
And be at Peace with yourself

(At the end of the day 

Aint nobody else

Gonna walk in your shoes

Quite the way that you do

So be at Peace with yourself

Keep a spring in your heel

Keep climbing that hill

And be at Peace with yourself)

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Dancing with Shiva (Harrison Owen´s 14´Ted talk)

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Ukulele Anthem (by Amanda Palmer)

Amanda Palmer - Ukulele Anthem from Tram Sessions on Vimeo.

Sid Vicious played a four-string Fender bass guitar and couldn't sing

And everybody hated him except the ones who loved him

A ukulele has four strings, but Sid did did not play ukulele

He did smack and probably killed his girlfriend Nancy Spungen

If only Sid had had a ukulele, maybe he would have been happy

Maybe he would not have suffered such a sad end

He maybe would have not done all that heroin instead

He maybe would've sat around just singing nice songs to his girlfriend

So play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong

'Cause even if your grades are bad, it doesn't mean you're failing

Do your homework with a fork

And eat your fruit loops in the dark

And bring your etch-a-sketch to work

And play your ukulele

Ukulele small and fierceful

Ukulele brave and peaceful

You can play the ukulele too, it is painfully simple

Play your ukulele badly, play your ukulele loudly

Ukulele banish evil

Ukulele save the people

Ukulele gleaming golden from the top of every steeple

Lizzie borden took an axe, and gave her mother forty whacks

Then gave her father forty-one, and left a tragic puzzle

If only they had given her an instrument, those puritans

Had lost the plot completely

See what happens when you muzzle

A person's creativity

And do not let them sing and scream

And nowadays it's worse 'cause kids have automatic handguns

It takes about an hour to teach someone to play the ukulele

About the same to teach someone to build a standard pipe bomb

YOU DO THE MATH

So play your favorite cover song, especially if the words are wrong

'Cause even if your grades are bad, it doesn't mean you're failing

Do your homework with a fork

And eat your fruit loops in the dark

And bring your flask of jack to work

And play your ukulele

Ukulele, thing of wonder

Ukulele, wand of thunder

You can play the ukulele, too

In London and down under

Play joan jett, and play jacques brel

And eminem and neutral milk ho-

Tell the children

Crush the hatred

Play your ukulele naked

If anybody tries to steal your ukulele, let them take it

Imagine there's no music, imagine there are no songs

Imagine that John Lennon wasn't shot in front of his apartment

Now imagine if John Lennon had composed "imagine" for the ukulele

Maybe people would have truly got the message

You may think my approach is simple-minded and naïve

Like if you want to change the world then why not quit and feed the hungry

But people for millennia have needed music to survive

And that is why I promised John that I will not feel guilty

So play your favorite Beatles song

And make the subway fall in love

They're only $19.95, that isn't lots of money

Play until the sun comes up

And play until your fingers suffer

Play LCD soundsystem songs on your ukulele

Quit the bitching on your blog

And stop pretending art is hard

Just limit yourself to three chords

And do not practice daily

You'll minimize some stranger's sadness

With a piece of wood and plastic

Holy fuck, it's so fantastic, playing ukulele

Eat your homework with a fork

And do your fruit loops in the dark

Bring your etch-a-sketch to work

Your flask of Jack

Your vibrator

Your fear of heights

Your Nikon lens

Your mom and dad

Your disco stick

Your soundtrack to "karate kid"

Your ginsu knives

Your rosary

Your new Rebecca Black CD

Your favorite room

Your bowie knife

Your stuffed giraffe

Your new glass eye

Your sousaphone

Your breakfast tea

Your Nick Drake tapes

Your giving tree

Your ice cream truck

Your missing wife

Your will to live

Your urge to cry

Remember we're all gonna die

So play, your ukulele

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Life is people (Cosmic concerto) by Bill Fay

There are miracles,
In the strangest of places
There are miracles,
Everywhere you go
I see fathers,
Hold a little child's hand
I see mothers,
Holding a little child's hand
I see trees, trees,
Blowing in the wind
I see seeds,
Being sown by the wind
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
I see grandmas,
Blowing kisses into a pram
I see grandpas,
Scratching their head in amazement
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
Like my old dad said,
Life is people, life is people
In the space of a human face,
There's infinite variation
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
It's a cosmic concerto, and it stirs my soul
Like my old dad said,
Life is people, life is people
In the space of a human face,
There's infinite variation
Life is people, life is people, life is people
Life is people, life is people, life is people
Life is people

SOURCE: Lyrics | MetroLyrics  More Bill Fay lyrics

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Training happiness (Matthieu Ricard)

Strange bias,... Just men can be happy?

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Vipassana meditation explained by S.N. Goenka

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Focusing (explained by Eugene Gendlin, originator)

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Fi, fi, fi (Meinir Gwilym)

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Bonding (Joseph Chilton Pearce)

Joseph Chilton Pearce – Mother-Infant-Bonding from Touch the Future on Vimeo.

This brief nine minute program may be the most important you, as a mother, father or caregiver, will ever see. Bonding is much more than what we ‘think.’ It is a coherent harmonic resonance of one heart to another. The nature and quality of the mother’s emotional state broadcast via her heart-energy has a profound influence on every stage of her unborn and newborn babies’ development, physical, emotional and intellectual.

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Daredevil (Fiona Apple)

Darededevil appears on Fiona Apple´s record

The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than The Driver Of The Screw

And Whipping Chords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do (Epic records)

I guess I just must be a daredevil
I don't feel anything until I smash it up
I'm caught on the cold, caught on the hot
Not so with the warmer lot
And all I want's a confidant
To help me laugh it off

And don't let me ruin me
I may need a chaperone

Say I'm an airplane
And the gashes I got from my heartbreak
Make the slots and the flaps upon my wing
And I use them to give me lift
Hip hip for the lift
Hip hip for the drag
I want them all in my bag
Oh give me anything and I'll turn it into a gift

And don't let me ruin me
I may need a chaperone

Seek me out
Look at, look at, look at, look at me
I'm all the fishes in the sea
Wake me up
Give me, give me, give me what you got
In your mind, in the middle of the night

Maybe you let me look out for you
Protect what I found in you
And never let it starve
Then that way, you let me stay
Skirting the like I want to
And I will try hard to hold onto you with open arms

And don't let me ruin me
I may need a chaperone

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Harrison Owen on certification

August is very lively on the Oslist. Several threads and messages, most of which I didn´t read,... Today I drop on another gem from "the man under the cowboy hat", regarding the inconvenience of certificating Open Space

 Certification (whatever that might mean) seems to be a perennial topic. I suppose that is understandable, but for myself it is a horrible idea. My reasons are several. First of all it is too much work. The thought of developing the criteria, programs, and even worse, “protecting the brand” is totally exhausting. We’d have to have certifiers to certify the certifiers and so on ad infinitum. Second reason – Open Space seems to be taking care of itself. When folks come on with “A little Open Space,” “Sort of Open Space,” “Modified Open Space,” ... the participants (increasingly) understand that they aren’t getting the genuine article—and say so. I recall one instance where a large gentleman stood up in the middle of the “program” and loudly proclaimed, “This sure ain’t Open Space! I’m out of here.” And he walked. I guess you could call that “Market Certification.” Best of all  --- it works all by itself. One more thing not to do!!

Harrison Owen

Potomac, USA

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Taro

Space closes, space opens broad.
Breathe out, breathe in.
An "old" new friend came into my life this summer.
And yesterday she brought this gorgeous present.
Enjoy it!

Alt-J (∆) - Taro from David Dean Burkhart on Vimeo.

Published on May 31, 2012

From the album "An Awesome Wave." (Alt-J)
Footage is from the beautiful 1988 film "Powaqqatsi: Life in Transformation."

Lyrics

James Reed 3 weeks ago

This song is about the Death of Gerda Taro and her Husband Robert Capa. They were war photographers. Taro died in 1937 after a car she was in collided with a tank. Capa lived another 17 years and died while photographing the Indochina war in 1954 after stepping on a landmine.

Indochina, Capa jumps Jeep, two feet creep up the road
To photo, to record meat lumps and war,
They advance as does his chance -- very yellow white flash.
A violent wrench grips mass, rips light, tears limbs like rags,
Burst so high finally Capa lands,
Mine is a watery pit. Painless with immense distance
From medic from colleague, friend, enemy,
foe, him five yards from his leg, From you Taro.
Do not spray into eyes -- I have sprayed you into my eyes.
3:10 pm, Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes
All colours and cares glaze to grey, shrivelled and stricken to dots,
Left hand grasps what the body grasps not -- le photographe est mort.
3.1415, alive no longer my amour, faded for home May of '54
Doors open like arms my love, Painless with a great closeness
To Capa, to Capa Capa dark after nothing,
re-united with his leg and with you, Taro.
Do not spray into eyes -- I have sprayed you into my eyes.
Hey Taro!

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Law of two feet and Wosonos: sage words by Harrison Owen

Wosonos 2012 in Florida, last May.
Some 75 people took part.
At the end, we have proposals: where would we gather next year?
At last, we knew it will take place in Belgrade (Serbia).
The decission process seems to have been long and rough.
You can read something on it here.
When reading it, I dropped on Harrison Owen´s short, clear, deep, sage words (I changed formats to underline what I find most important):

Discomfort usually comes (in my experience) when discussion gets stuck at either/or. Everything resolves as soon as both/and shows up. It is called the Law of Two Feet! Who says there can only be one WOSONOS? Anywhere it happens is the right place – and as often as folks care to make it so. I do find it somewhat amusing that the 75 odd souls who showed up in St. Petersburg feel called upon to “decide” for the “whole” community. Funny.

Brilliant!

But the string continues, in a surprising, funny way,... read this piece of conversation between ho and Artur Silva,...

Harrison wrote...

Lisa – Hate to say it, but you know I will. I think you are working much too hard! And I’m not really sure it is a question of “design” (“So I love thinking of the 'devil’s advocate' questions when thinking of design.”)—Just do it, just like we always do. For example, when it comes to invitation time just open the space for Invitations. Kind of an offshoot of “action planning.” Whoever cares stands up with a sign (Spain, Serbia, wherever), Goes to a corner of the room, and waits until all other invitations have been made. When all the invitations are “posted” everybody else is invited to journey to that part of the world they feel drawn to. Time to discuss practicalities of location and date – and not incidentally put together an initial Host Team. People can wander from place to place, and after a short time (45min?) somebody with a mike passes from group to group for a “report.” Report could be: Your invited to Serbia, Spring of 2014. Or maybe there are several. Wonderful! Or maybe a group concluded it is a wonderful idea, but not now. Done. No Sweat, no Strain.

Alternative: Place a hat in the middle of the floor (my hat would do) – Anybody who cares deposits a folded piece of paper with the place specified and their name. Just before the Closing Circle, the names are drawn – We have the winners: EVERYBODY!

Harrison

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Artur Silva (Portugal) wrote...

Hi Harrison:

In a previous mail you said:

I do find it somewhat amusing that the 75 odd souls who showed up in St. Petersburg feel called upon to “decide” for the “whole” community.

This suggests me two questions:

First: is not that what is always done in the end of a WOSonOS? Why putting the question this time?

Second: Is not there a contradiction between your [quote in your previous email] and the detailed description of "how to do" that you provided in this post (above)?

Warm regards

Artur

PS: I suspect that you missed my heteredox contributions, so here it is a new one ;-)

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Harrison Owen wrote...

Artur – Consistency is a virtue I have never been accused of…J

ho

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How to build your creative confidence, by Tom Kelley (Ideo)

2012 mai 16  http://www.ted.com Is your school or workplace divided into "creatives" versus practical people? Yet surely, David Kelley suggests, creativity is not the domain of only a chosen few. Telling stories from his legendary design career and his own life, he offers ways to build the confidence to create... (From The Design Studio session at TED2012, guest-curated by Chee Pearlman and David Rockwell.)

TEDTalks is a daily video podcast of the best talks and performances from the TED Conference, where the world's leading thinkers and doers give the talk of their lives in 18 minutes...

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Congrats Jonathan Coe!

I had the pleasure to meet Jonathan Coe the day before Wosonos 2012 began in London. Charming, smiling, open man. Now I know he is the OSLIST Poet Laureate this year, invited by Lisa Heft.

Very happy with these news!

Here a piece of him I´ve loved:

Space Open Circle 

from Open Space Technology - A Users Guide by Harrison Owen

Note: This poem is in the 'found poetry' form. I have made selections from the original text and decided how to shape and punctuate it.

I have removed all the other words from the book - but none from the selected phrases.

The circle is the fundamental geometry

of human communication.

A circle has no head or feet,

no high or low

no sides to take;

in a circle people can simply be

with each other,

face to face.

The geometry of the circle 

and the rhythm of breath.

Show Up

Be Present

Tell The Truth

Let It All Go.

Do nothing and remain

invisible.

Be prepared

to be

surprised.

Who ever heard of a square of friends?

-- Jonathan Coe (London, England)

... and here the piece that became him this year´s laureate:

WOSONOS 2012 

In Stoke Newington Town Hall I fell in love with nothing,

and it was no thing that I loved.

Alone, knowing no-one and nothing I walked the circle

I got present

I was connected.

Presence,

absence.

The empty space of the opening circle.

Profoundly empty,

containing no thing

Through me 

everything and no-thing, in me

the circle, in me

the space, in me

the people, in me

butterflies and bumblebees.  In me

body, in me

mind, in me

image, in me

thought, in me

feeling, in me

sensation, in me

nothing. 

It started at the right time

The right people were the ones who came

The only thing that could have happened

Was what happened

It was over when it was over.

The bees were buzzing

The 'flies were flitting

The space was open.

The circle was squared.

-- Jonathan Coe (London, England)

Congrats, Jonathan!


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