I made my son watch this. It did him good. It did my good as well.

WHERE EVERYTHING IS MUSIC

Don't worry about saving these songs!
And if one of our instruments breaks,
it doesn't matter.

We have fallen into the place
where everything is music.

The strumming and the flute notes
rise into the atmosphere,
and even if the whole world's harp
should burn up,
there will still be
hidden instruments playing.

So the candle flickers and goes out.
We have a piece of flint, and a spark.

This singing art is sea foam.
The graceful movements come from a pearl
somewhere on the ocean floor.

Poems reach up spindrift and the edge
of driftwood along the beach, wanting!

They derive
from a slow and powerful root
that we can't see.

Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out.

--Rumi

Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.
--Mark Twain

I need to stew on the above more as I keep my finger in my new stress machine.

this is just a taste, and only a taste...the flame ring will be blue. It will take awhile for the whole Christopher Coppola web page to be created.

by SFAI alum comrade, Alfonso Estevez.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.
--Jalal ad-Din Rumi

To everybody and bless everyone! I am still waiting for the new Christopher Coppola home page to launch. My blog will be moved to that location as soon as it is up. Now that we are working without the wonderful creative services of Zelda it will take time to make the adjustments. But, I know our new webmaster Lazar is going to be equally as creative and effective. He has a good head on his shoulders and he cares about the big picture. Thank you for your patience.