Karma Yoga

I have always been somewhat of a hobbyist with poetry. Aside from a few song lyrics I have not written much for about 20 years. The self-isolation and world situation has reactivated that idea. Take care. Reyn 

Karma Yoga” (reynold d. philipsek)

I sense no sign of diminution
No lack of longing here
The wish to justify this existence
is always present and ever-clear
A need to wax poetic
and fabricate some artifact
Goes well beyond self-indulgence
or self-congratulatory act

It gives life some purposeful meaning
in times of deep uncertainty
To speak some coded language
between our two eternities
Vague and timeless impressions overflow
and a reservoir does fill
Until nothing can be done but to
express life’s mysterious thrill

The mystic chords of memory
play a subtle Proustian game
that inform this lonely journey
then rekindle the fluttering flame
So once again pick up the burden
and gladly move it forward
It’s not about basking in any glory
or expectation of reward


“How come you never made it?”

This protracted period of forced solitude and just my age, in general, have been instrumental in my recent musings about my life and so-called career as a musician.

One thing I have noticed for some time now is how people who are not involved in the music biz have some false notions about the reality of it. A comment I have heard many countless times goes something like this, “Gee, you are really good how come you never made it?”

This question used to annoy me for several reasons. First of all, I don’t like the implication that somehow I didn’t ‘make it.’ Second, who says I didn’t make it? Third, what is meant by the term ‘making it.’

I realize this comment was meant as a sort of compliment, but it proceeds from the false idea that fame equals success. When you look at the great number of musical artists who enjoyed great, and sometimes almost “obscene” fame, yet ended their life in misery, it becomes obvious that fame in and of itself is an inadequate reward.

I am aware of my worth and equally aware of my limitations. I have no illusions of grandeur and yet I know I have used my time well. Luckily I have lived long enough to gain this modicum of wisdom and self-realization.

This whole problem stems from what motivates a musician in the first place. For me, the priority was always (from the start) the music, and the “presentation” or “show biz’ aspect was secondary. I did very little to create an image. Even an “anti-image image” can be a pre-meditated approach.

When I was younger, I was vain and foolish enough to hope I would gain some sort of high notoriety, but when that eventuality didn’t avail itself, I adapted. I am good at adapting. In fact, I am somewhat of a virtuoso in terms of adaptation to reality. It is key to any sort of survival.

As a musical artist, I have re-invented myself several times and it is good and necessary to adapt. After all, in the end, these variations of self-reinvention are all still based on the essential personality that is never changing.

My philosophy these days is based on the concept of ‘karma yoga,’ which roughly means you do your work without expectation of reward. It is nice to be recognized and appreciated but it is not essential. The sooner a musician (or any artist for that matter) realizes this, the better.

Unfortunately, it took me quite some time to learn this. But better late than never.

In my estimation, I have ‘made it’ anyway. First, I have lived my life as a musician and made my own music. Second, I have recorded this music and it is easily available to anyone in the world. Third, I can never be a ‘has-been’ because I am always in the process of ‘becoming.’