Learning a song? How long had it been for me to learn a song by heart?

There were times when I once knew songs from the radio by heart. Well, at least most of the classics. Until one day, years later I realized, I am merely reciting all the songs I knew since a time before time. None of the latest. Not that that's bad, but I realized I longed for some new songs. Hence when I made a to do list in these few months, one of them is a to sing list. A list of songs that I wish to learn and sing all words from memory alone. Knowing the whole melody and lyrics by heart. Not a lot to ask, as I honestly love singing to myself whenever I feel like it.

Bring awareness into singing, that is when I realized how singing moves the whole being, literally. The lyrics moved waves of emotions. The music vibration makes something happen within, and before I realized it, when I immerse myself in the singing, the whole being felt moved, to the core, deep within. No wonder there had always been a saying how music moves our soul.

There is something about listening to one's own voice, the fact that it is different from how I remembered it in my mind, every single time I sing, every single time I feel the songs. It felt unique, every single time. The musical sense of the whole experience could not be repeated, even though we thought we are, repeating that experience by singing that song again and again.

The mind plays a trick on us when it comes to repetition in life. Our eyes were draped under the illusion that it is the same old thing again, when in fact, it isn't. Even the us in our mind is no longer that person who had sang the song, and experienced what we had experienced back then. We sang the song, felt the good old tunes, and thought we remembered those good old days again, and that we felt the good old days again. Yet, in truth, we felt the good old days as what we are now, the good old days are mere fabrication and recounts of the mind, and nothing else. The tragedy of life is when we repeatedly fall into emotions of those in the past, engrossed and intoxicated by it, and getting upset with whatsoever now that is, over how it had not been the same ever since. Then, the next step will be, trying to reason why we can't do what we want to do, wish to do, and all the old list of to not do list. On and on.

Recalled how Mooji told a student who came to see him, saying that he had given away his business, cut down and trimmed out his life to live more spiritually. After telling Mooji all that, his puzzlement in mind was, what's next? Mooji said, well, in order to reach the spot to ask what's next? There is already much work done, much effort given. But that is still the mind asking, what's next. Who is doing the asking? Who? Who? The moment when all sparks. what is that that automatically plucks? The inescapability of the fact, that the moment it sparks, it is already there. resistant is not only futile, it burdens, it hurts, and voila, we are already in dukkha.