In the room with the lights turned down...

In the room with the lights turned down low, our egos were taken at the door like coats; we threw our perceptions in a hat on the floor creating DADA cut-up realities like Tristan Zara poems, absurd and random and felt the peace and warmth of humanity running through us. Our egos were battling for attention on the coat hangers in the hall and harmony kept well away. The music tuned us to a wavelength and we all felt as if we were one. Male or female, it didn't matter, those magnetic poles relaxed. Outside greed and war were acting out their dramas and demanding all egos take a side. There are no sides with the lights turned down, only candle wax melting with warm love. The world that matters is on the offbeat, the lyrics are all one vibration. The politics of love are beyond legislation - just relax and feel it...the incantations begin to flow....

Words by Trev Teasdel