Drunk, Really High, AND on Mushrooms

If I was a monk, I would still play guitar and sing in the Elephant Walk. That would be my prayer, my mantra. That is my chant. That is my higher mind moving my body for me, my super-consciousness expression of soul. When I play AND sing simultaneously, I am not there. Where do I go? Who moves the fingers along the guitar? Who guides my voice? Who makes me smile and who makes my eyes move about? There is a force but it can't be named. It's name is the Elephant Walk, but the eternal Elephant Walk can't be named. I have learned through practice of my songs and meditation in my waking moments to un-ask the questions, to un-learn the songs, and to un-be a member of a band. But in all my practice, I have briefly reached enlightenment, and there are no words to categorize those moments. They existed for a blink of a busy hornet's wink, and once the sting registers in your brain, it is gone. It travels on to the next chord, the next flexing of the vocals, fleeting like the iridescent tubes floating in your eye.
If you try to categorize the work, it vanishes. If you write a song a song about somebody, and practice it and practice it, then play it for them in a dripping basement that electrocutes your lips when you sing to them- you are not really there yet. I learned that, and I can't quite describe what it is like to really be THERE, but when you are there, you realize that you are really not. And all that work spent on perfection was good, but never good enough if you can't let go and get away from your body and fingers and songs and just let go. When you ask yourself "Who is playing my guitar right now? How can I do that?" You have left it and are no longer there. You have returned to a moment that no longer exist. When you make eye contact and remember your hard work and practice for this very moment, you have left and are no longer there. But when you clear your mind, and the beating of the drums moves and shakes and takes your mind far away, and a smile comes to your face and the guitar plays itself and your mind gets carried away in the high voltage currents of song, then you are there. That's when you are there, when you are really not. But then again, once you are THERE, the place without a name, at one with the Tao, the force, you are really not there at all.
I'll move on to this next topic later, but I know that there is help from the spirit realm to achieve it. And that is why Shaman sing and dance for them.

I am just a layman, I haven't commited to the great work of dogma like a monk or to a sacred ceremony like a shaman. But I know it's there. And I know how to get to it. And I know that there is nothing like it. And I know there is no scripture about playing guitar and singing and using the essence of your soul's worth to project it to people- free of attachment, but that is my dharma. That is my method of work and if I was a monk I would play guitar and sing in the Elephant Walk.