Free Hearts (goodbye scarcity)
Snowflake
This is what came out after reading all about the confusion of GEMA. Here’s the pell too (hope you’ll remix it!)
Why do you seek to restrain me
When illusion could never contain me
These scarcity thoughts, with their firewalls and oppressive limits,
Are falling away.
A new humanity is emerging. Evolution is the way of the universe.
It is inevitable.
So why do you fight change?
Control. Fear. Scarcity.
Now how could sharing, expansive in its very nature, create scarcity? How can we artists at ccMixter make “the music dry up”?
The truth is, the music is multiplying. The truth is, the music is magnifying. The music connects us, even across continents, with the invisible hands of a network.
The music is the universal language we all speak. Notes, voice and rhythm spark subatomic particles of a unified field.
Exponential in their growth, our unique, collective creations spread like a virus through other art forms and technology. We are contagious.
We yearn to be free—
Freely ourselves, without judges and scorecards.
Freely expressive, without boundaries made by currency and contract.
Free hearts, freely cooperative.
Together, we are singing the songs of creation, like it was in the beginning with the sounding of the very first Om.
And so I reach to you, with the best part of me.
The art of me.
Don’t draw a line,
Open your mind.
Leave your limits behind.
This change can’t be confined.
We’re not just defined
By what we must leave behind.
Step forward.
Who knows what we’ll find!
Why do you seek to restrain me
When illusion could never contain me
These scarcity thoughts, with their firewalls and oppressive limits,
Are falling away.
A new humanity is emerging. Evolution is the way of the universe.
It is inevitable.
So why do you fight change?
Control. Fear. Scarcity.
Now how could sharing, expansive in its very nature, create scarcity? How can we artists at ccMixter make “the music dry up”?
The truth is, the music is multiplying. The truth is, the music is magnifying. The music connects us, even across continents, with the invisible hands of a network.
The music is the universal language we all speak. Notes, voice and rhythm spark subatomic particles of a unified field.
Exponential in their growth, our unique, collective creations spread like a virus through other art forms and technology. We are contagious.
We yearn to be free—
Freely ourselves, without judges and scorecards.
Freely expressive, without boundaries made by currency and contract.
Free hearts, freely cooperative.
Together, we are singing the songs of creation, like it was in the beginning with the sounding of the very first Om.
And so I reach to you, with the best part of me.
The art of me.
Don’t draw a line,
Open your mind.
Leave your limits behind.
This change can’t be confined.
We’re not just defined
By what we must leave behind.
Step forward.
Who knows what we’ll find!