Moonjazz
By Rosa Ivy
Short Essay about Immense Grace (Guru Jagat Woman’s
Program)
The Great Awakening is creativity
because creativity is the most powerful and alchemical energy of
transformation. Humanity is facing threshold of the past and future. We can
continue the samsara of the past or enter the threshold like stepping into a
blue fire of metamorphize and become something else. The cocoon is intense. A
caterpillar is crushed. Its little body is broken down, torn apart, collapsed
into liquid for the formless liquid to reshape itself into something else. It
isn’t easy, but caterpillar doesn’t resist. It surrenders to its Great
Awakening. We humans aren’t caterpillars. We have fear. We resist. Much crisis
is buildup of change wanting to happen but denied too many times. I suppose
crisis lets us die to reach the other side.
My grandfather, a black man with
giant deep soulful eyes was a Blues singer known as Sangman in the hills of Shenandoah
Valley, Virginia. He turned his sorrow into moonjazz. We all offer moonjazz
when we sing our children to sleep, join in celebration at night or let our
soul glow among the stars. Moonjazz is a sublime and mysterious force that
moves us beyond our form into formless place where we are free from attachments
and ideas forced upon us by conditions of fate. Moonjazz is our freedom,
visionary quest and mystic space where we listen to an inner voice. The
elements join in libation pulling us inward for consciousness to reach us from
the deep Earth.
Women are the barriers of moonjazz,
carrying liquid of starlight across vast distances to nourish the thirsty, enlighten
the way and electrify the spirit. This subtle whisper of wind through water
inside fire in the soil of Earth is felt when women join as one source of
water, African American, Caucasian, Asian, Hispanic become homogeneous,
blending all elements into homeostasis. Women become a gold temple inviting in
those awaiting at the door, ready to receive moonjazz. The open come inside and
receive a voice of reason. The sound drowns the body in liquid like a water
sack and turns flesh into creative spark of clear channel to freedom’s origin.
Immensity of grace is heard in resilient, relentless and ruthless death of the self for something else to be. The world of samara and nature of sublime join in moonjazz guiding the wanderers to the mind like a frequency in the forest drawling us away. Finding those greater frequencies in the mind is like finding a wild rose growing in the cracks of city cement. There is a glimpse into a journey worth taking. We discover immense grace like the ocean spitting out trash, forest burning its disease or rain clearing dirty air. Renunciation becoming wholeness then infuses samsara and sublime into soulful gesture of moonjazz to revive the senses and breach the waters for us to clearly see the journey worth taking.
