Come Together…

“Here come old flattop, he come grooving up slowly
He got joo-joo eyeball, he one holy roller
He got hair down to his knees
Got to be a joker he just do what he please…”

The lyrics to the legendary Beatles song, “Come Together”, may be quite psychedelic and not very understandable, but none of us who know the song, really cares. The song has a foot-stomping beat and for the Hip-hop generation, you could even say, it’s head-bopper. I love the song because no matter how we interpret the lyrics of Lennon and McCartney, we feel what the song is saying, and what is that? “Stop the madness, and come together ya’ll, and do it right now, over me!”

This Easter weekend makes me think of this song, because I was tweeting and wanting to wish everyone a great holiday/passover/easter/happy April/ weekend, and I felt the need to address everyone in a different way, or include everything within my greeting that could possibly be their truth. And that is not a bother to me, it just made me think that in so many ways, we are truly celebrating much of the same; beginnings, endings, birth, rebirth. And my wish is that one day we can get past all the spiritual “language” and semantics, and just see that we are speaking so many of the same truths, just in different ways.

“He roller-coaster, he got early warning
He got muddy water, he one mojo filter
He say “One and one and one is three”
Got to be good-looking cos he’s so hard to see
Come together right now over me”

Maybe a huge part of the human experience is to be in the midst of all these differences with peace and understanding, and I love that thought as well. But I feel that we need to reach higher, stop giving ourselves a break, stop acting like elementary students of this life, and go for a higher education. I feel it’s time for us to go beyond saying, ok it’s Easter for you and Passover for me, and the celebration of Ostara for me,… and so on. I feel it’s time for us to start taking on the challenge of blending these spiritual languages without being afraid that we will somehow lose ourselves in someone else’s truth.

We cannot lose ourselves in Love, we can only find ourselves. We cannot lose ourselves by shining a light on our human differences, we can only find ourselves. For even in the middle of the darkest night, the moon illuminates our casita here in the mountains of New Mexico.


“He bag production, he got walrus gumboot
He got Ono sideboard, he one spinal cracker
He got feet down below his knee
Hold you in his armchair you can feel his disease…”

…and if you need a reason, I will stand in that space…so Come together, right now, over me!