I played Tash Sultana on repeat and something amazing happened.
I call this one "Flowing with Tash Sultana" 🌊 🎧
“What if I just let my words flow now, however they may?
What if I just let my mind say what it needs to say?
In a dreamy state of mind, how would it feel to unwind,
Go into a trance, allow the energy to dance
Meditation needs not to take a certain form
As my own self, I need not conform
We are swimmers, caught in the tide
But this river is not black, this isn’t an attack
Instruments resounding in my ears
At this moment, I have no more fears
Of where I need to go
Of where the winds will blow
I am the flow, I am the flow”
I close my eyes momentarily and allow the muscles around the corner of my mouth to draw a smile as I tune into that frequency which always has a seat for me. A sip of cold coffee, still as flavorful, still as bitter, still as deep. The lingering taste in my mouth distracts my mind from this lyrics flow. The song ends after a long crescendo and intense waves, gently gushing through my nerves. The next one was down-tempo, slow-mo, no-go song. Too smooth to harness the glow inside. As I focus on these words, my hand makes its way to the mouse, clicks through the buttons, and goes back to what was playing. Unknowingly to me, it was Tash. Of course! What a beautiful fire.
I asked my Spotify to repeat the song again and again till I choose to exit this wavelength I’ve tapped into. Physics is cool. I choose to take from it what I want. I choose to harness the science of music, the science of my body, the science of letting go, of losing yourself within. I close my eyes again as the song repeatedly plays the same bar, and I focus on my breathing. This is my meditation, and it’s a two-way street, I find out at this moment. This lightbulb moment. As I took the song inside, I allowed my words to leak outside.
They told me to meditate frequently. I’m exploring this here and now: detaching from the distractions around and focusing on one thing: the way my mind is receiving the music in my headphones, and how my typing is mirroring the tempo of the song, how when it goes fast, I type faster, I know what to say, I am balanced, rational, focused. How the systematic rhythm brings out my determination to speak, to express, silently. My head bangs in short defined hits. My leg follows. It was truly fascinating, albeit thrilling.
My third eye must be open — how can it not be when I’m able to observe all this and write about it simultaneously? How can I be doing this when I had no plan whatsoever to write all this, to say all this? How can this not be the fruit of the universe opening up inside me, and transmitting these words which I, sometimes, find hard to say?
This is art. This is communication. This is the energy exchange among souls.
You know, when I first came across Tash Sultana, I just really "vibed" with them. Their energies felt quite similar to mine, a soft face and messy hair, almost mounted into a whimsical yet strong butch attitude. I knew I was going to enjoy their world. I didn’t expect I would go on this trip of free-flowing words, carrying this quasi disruptive message.
Here I say it bluntly: My readers, find your way of tapping inside, into the protected energy source, and reach into it, try to poke a hole into it, and watch it explode through your body. Mine was more of a strong water flow, a river breaking into a fast-flowing waterfall, gushing its way from my core into my arms, through my fingers, onto this keyboard. But of course, I am a Pisces — a fish swimming inside a world so deep.
The song just ended after having played a number of times which I can most definitely not count. I am aware of where I am again, of the sound of my fingers clicking this keyboard, of the coffee mug sitting next to me, of everything surrounding my screen, of my leg and head jerking again to the sound of the systematic melodic repetition of the song. “This can go on forever”, I thought. I’m smirking at my screen, almost as if I have found the secret to writing more and more. See, it’s 2022 now and we all want to achieve our goals.
“I want to write more. I am writing more.
I am receiving it from my core,
I sort of let myself reside
And watched her freefall inside.”
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