Sacred Tones

Here is some of my meditative music. Some of it was tuned to the Schumann Resonance or the Earth's tone. This music contains some ancient Instruments from various countries such as the kamanche (Persian violin), tuning forks, jumeboosh of Turkey, kalimba of Africa and the lyre. Many songs were performed live. The instruments are tuned to the same tones that the ancients in Greece like Pythagoras and Socrates would have their musicians tune to as well as the ancients in India.

Meditative World Music of William DeHaro Kinard
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Days of Old

I once saw a fairy upon a pedal of a rose.

She was in a secret garden holding a dancer's pose.

She was gazing upon some flowers

For at least a couple of hours.

When suddenly what came a flying

Was a bumble bee who was crying.

She asked him what was wrong

So he grabbed his flute and played a song

The melody was bittersweet and spoke of the days of old.

A time when nectar was good to eat

And all who shared and nothing was sold.

~ William DeHaro Kinard

Living in Asheville, NC ... Experiencing the Intriguing Kava Bar

It is my 2nd night living in Asheville, NC and walked into a unique bar downtown on Eagle street. The decor was full island paintings and conscious sayings. One saying on a wooden plaque, said something like ...
2000 BC: Here, eat this root.

1000 AD: That root is heathen! Here, say this prayer.

1865 AD: That prayer is superstition! Here, drink this potion.

1935 AD: That potion is snake oil! Here, swallow this pill.

1975 AD: That pill is ineffective! Here, take this antibiotic.

2000 AD: That antibiotic is poison! Here, eat this root.

The bar honored what was voted "the Happiest country in the World," called Vanuata (Vanuatu), an island in the South Pacific. It was where the majestic herb called Kava came from that is known to have great calming effect on the body and even produce states of euphoria. Since it was an open mic and I played a bit, I got a free shot of Kava. It was very bitter and numbing, but interesting nonetheless. This bar only sold herbal teas and no alcohol. Another amazing thing about the open mic was the amount of diversity of participants; there was comedians, songwriters, musicians, a fire trickster, a theatrical performance, poets and spoken wordists. (I know that is not a word).

PONDERINGS

ART and RELATIONSHIPS

Sometimes in relationships we are opposites and our personalities can clash, yet if we can shift our perception to a higher octave it can be a time to transmute this force into something beautiful. To weld or meld our differences just as lead can be turned into gold.

For example if one is on fire then the other has the choice to be fire and increase the flame or choose to be water and can cool the other off. Or if you feel blue and I am green then we can make beautiful turquoise.

ART
In placid hours well-pleased we dream
Of many a brave unbodied scheme.
But form to lend, pulsed life create,
What unlike things must meet and mate:
A flame to melt—a wind to freeze;
Sad patience—joyous energies;
Humility—yet pride and scorn;
Instinct and study; love and hate;
Audacity—reverence. These must mate,
And fuse with Jacob’s mystic heart,
To wrestle with the angel—Art.
- H. Melville

MY POETRY

[ The Poems below were written in Toulouse, France in late Fall of '08. I was wondering if nearly three years of traveling Europe was time to go home. ]

The Path Home

Paths to follow, or roads to lead, where shall I go?

Walking on thorns I begin to bleed, how could I know?

In the beginning or near the end, what shall it be?

Found strength in a forest of the sun, I begin to see

The light which is before me is known from the shadows I left behind

Within the walls of a tainted jungle there is an entangled vine.

When I unraveled the mystery I tasted a pure wine.

Now into the path to follow or road to lead, where shall I go?

Lost in a labyrinth time forgot, how could I know?

The Way Home

   

Paths to follow, or roads to lead, where shall I go?

Walking on thorns I begin to bleed, how could I know?

Tis the beginning or near the end, what shall it be?

When I came to a forest of the sun, I begin to see

The light which is given from the One, I begin to plea.

Mercy was given in the valley of the sun, I began to be

The light which is before me, known from the shadows I left behind.

 

When I came into the walls of a tainted jungle there is a tangled vine.

When I unraveled the mystery of the time, I tasted a pure wine

And she has put me in a daze.

Why, oh why must I still gaze

Into the eyes of time's forgetful maze,

Of these paths to follow or roads to lead, where shall I go?

……..???

Walk on clouds of sorrow… I no longer bleed…I found the way home!

One Single Step

[From a letter I wrote to friends and family. Early Summer of '13]

It is my 12th day on the road through the mountains of NC. Yesterday I arrived in Asheville, NC from the edge of the Pisgah Forest a top the Blue Ridge Mountains. I was staying a couple days up there in a bamboo hut in the forest feeling like Sean Connery in Medicine Man. Especially feeling this way after my four day ethnobotany intensive training at a camp in Barndardsville, NC, where I learned medicine plants and edible plants and how to interact with them for better growth.

I have some adventures to share with you all in a blog to follow. One of which was nearly trapped in the mountains from a raging river.

As for now I share a reflection of mine. It is based upon a story I wrote years ago that has came back around on my journey.

"We can trek across the desert for a thousand miles or even climb the highest mountain, but the real journey is but a mere foot, from the head to the heart." - William Kinard 

Hope All is Well,
Blessings,
William