Lyrics from “Hit N Run Phase Two” (2015)
Safe journey Bro

“What If?”

What if you’re right?
And He was just another
Another nice guy
What if you’re right
What if it’s true
They say the truth
Will only make a fool of you
And what if that’s true?

What if He takes His place in history
With all the prophets and the kings
Who taught us love and came in peace
But then the story ends, what then

But what if you’re wrong
What if there’s more
What if there’s hope
You never dreamed of hoping for
What if you jump?
Just close your eyes
What if the arms that catch you
Catch you by surprise?
What if He’s more than enough?
What if it’s love?

What if you dig
Way down deeper
Than your
Simple-minded friends
What if you dig
And what if you find
A thousand more
Unanswered questions down inside
That’s all you find

What if you pick apart the logic
And begin to poke the holes
What if the crown of thorns is no more
Than folklore that must be told and retold

But what if you’re wrong
What if there’s more
What if there’s hope
You never dreamed of hoping for
What if you jump?
Just close your eyes
What if the arms that catch you
Catch you by surprise?
What if He’s more than enough?
What if it’s love?

Cause you’ve been running
As fast as you can
And you’ve been looking
For a place you can land
For so long but what if you’re wrong

What if you jump?
Just close your eyes
What if the arms that catch you
Catch you by surprise?
What if He’s more than enough?
What if it’s love?
What if it’s love?




No matter what a person’s worldview
whether Theistic or Atheistic in nature
If it’s not based in being humbled by
All that is around us; it’s just blinded
by, its – self.

“The great mystery of the incarnation remains a mystery eternally. Not only is what is not yet seen of it greater than what has been revealed – for it is revealed merely to the extent that those saved by it can grasp it – but also even what is revealed still remains entirely hidden and is by no means known as it really is.”
Maximus the Confessor


“What is it that has called you so suddenly out of nothingness to enjoy for a brief while a spectacle which remains quite indifferent to you? The conditions for your existence are almost as old as the rocks. For thousands of years men have striven and suffered and begotten and women have brought forth in pain. A hundred years ago, perhaps, another man sat on this spot; like you he gazed with awe and yearning in his heart at the dying light of the glaciers. Like you he was begotten of man and born of woman. He felt pain and brief joy as you do. Was he someone else? Was it not you yourself? What is this Self of yours? What was the necessary condition for making the thing conceived this time into you, just you and not someone else? What clearly intelligible scientific meaning can this ‘someone else’ really have? If she who is now your mother had cohabited with someone else and had a son by him, and your father had done likewise, would you have come to be? Or were you living in them, and in your father’s father… thousands of years ago? And even if this is so, why are you not your brother, why is your brother not you, why are you not one of your distant cousins? What justifies you in obstinately discovering this difference – the difference between you and someone else – when objectively what is there is the same?”
Erwin Schrödinger, My View of the World

Celebration of Life Rock Festival, 1971

Didn’t make Woodstock, I did make this one
Sixteen, long hair, bell bottom jeans, stoned
no money, no watch; one intention – just get there
Excitement permeated the highways, the roads – us

Hitchhiked from Atlanta to McRae, stoned all the way – on a mission
Slept on the side of roads, in strange VW vans painted strangely
Peace signs everywhere, rednecks on the prowl, (Also on a mission)
Crosby Stills and Nash saved us, blessed the road; rednecks folded

Electric Kool Aid, paranoic brownies, no ticket, no need
On a mission; remember the fierce storms, naked girls
Mud, mud everywhere – the River, the cool cool loving river
Mud all over our naked bodies, in the hundred degree sun

Armadillo stared at me as I slept, just a hundred feet from the mud
May have been the Kool Aid, may have been the hot sun that day
He spoke to me that first night as I opened my eyes for no reason
Can’t remember what he said, but I think he said – “go home Boy”

I was sixteen
He was just an armadillo
I stayed – he left
The music – a resurrection

The Fool

We worship the fool – the fool guides us like needy children
Then, prop the fool up high, and worship the fool as a god.
Make human offerings in his honor; offer up our children
We embrace the rhetoric of the fool; pay the freight
Plead for protection from the boogy man he creates

We accept, we look forward to, with great anticipation
His shiny expensive gold watch, swinging back and forth
On a gold chain, held by the bony hand of this crafty ape.
You’re getting sleepy, veeery sleepy – your eyes; heavey.
When I snap my fingers – you will wake up! and sleep – Deeply.


Easter Greetings

I usually like to write something on a Holy Day, but writing has been like pulling teeth for a while now, so to extend my deepest Easter greetings to my friends on this Easter day – I’ll give it a go.

I can say is this; one thing we all have in common on this journey is our humanness, our confines – and our freedoms. Our humanness: the mystery, the specific Beingness which we encounter in this dance with fire and ice, and all the beauty between. Our confinement: these bodies, this limited, this somewhat narrow dimension and awakeness, (yet we proudly observe these dimensions through our jilted egos – we sometimes see ourselves as gods.) Our freedoms: having the capacity to engage all these complexities, shackled to these laws of Physics which dictate our responsibilities as to how we go about taking care of ourselves, and how we go about taking care of others. We endure, we continue on.

From within these seemingly rigid and limited physical structures; our grit, and our compassion tend to be tested to the max. Our freedom; having the capacity to engage all this from the subjective; imagination sees the outside and all the forces pushing toward itself and responds; the senses experience a spark from outside its illusionary confinement; it jumps at the chance to create its`own outcome either through fear – or love, all else it just window dressing. Freedom to care, freedom not to care, freedom to love, freedom not love; freedom to help, freedom not help – others &c. Considering the confines imposed upon us in our physicality, these freedoms are vast and unlimited and can only be a byproduct of Love.

We’re made of stardust stardust connects us to the entire cosmos; we’re also born of earthly topsoil, this keeps us grounded and dependent, having to deal with the illusion of separation, yet still, undeniably connected to this vast cosmos and the interactive dance that take place within it. We’re here for a few seconds, glow as the radiant sun, then gone in a flash – just like that. Earthly resurrection declares we will never leave – life to death, death to life &c. This fact poses much concern and anxiety whether we admit to it or not – a chaotic dance at very best. The narrative of Christ and the resurrection has the very deepest of meaning attached to it, that far exceeds the superficial – or even the literal.

Have a great Easter day friends; whether you be Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Atheists or Agnostic; enjoy your family, enjoy your friends, eat a fine meal, and drink some fine wine if you can. Life is short, and all these things are good for the body, good for the spirit, and bring joy to the soul.


A fine Easter to everyone!

The Cosmic Dance

Jazz; The Cosmic Dance of Bliss: there’s a place where the structure of the music is just that – a structure. When you reach a place of transcendence within that structure, you leave the structure behind, even through the structure is still in place, you transcend outside of it — you stand aside — you allow the music to play itself through you. This becomes something spiritual in nature, you have left the structure, and created a space in trust for melody and time to express itself through you. While all this is taking place the unconscious is now the area the music is expressed from; the notes are being played by something far higher then the player. The conversation has transcended the common vocabulary and arrived at a place of freedom. It’s leaving all constructs and systems behind, and braving the new world of mysteries; a higher realm…Deep Prayer, deep meditation, same outcome – unification that cant take place from within a cardboard box.



Cows, Bulls, and Billygoats

Note to ? … “let’s say” self

Blindness, closed minded, hypnotized.

Limited exposure to “points of view” — comfort zone only
“The Herd” feeds you the mushrooms grown in the pasture
On top of the excrement left behind by the Bull
U binge on this fungus; embrace its effects on imagination

Wake up man!

Many fine minds/spirits expressing beautiful thoughts
To be embraced/pondered/ weighed, and given away
U Bypass them? –why? … Your views are solid and correct?
No!…to conform to the “The Herd” — to eat the mushrooms

You fool!

“The Herd” disapproves, you yield to the disapproval
Turn away from the beauty, expression, bright shining stars
All sects, colors, belief systems bring to your front door dailey
New prospective/fresh thought/wisdom pearls…love


They knock You don’t answer
Someone might see!
A Cow? A Bull? — Billygoat perhaps
Run, lift yourself up; fly away

You eat too many mushrooms anyway.

Jeff Bertolotti11988745_10205763174538551_8854077310226066420_n

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