Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Yo-Yo Ma Dvorak Songs My Mother Taught Me
sorry, my mother didn't sing as far as i remember. she doesn't now, i never heard it anyway
Moby - Walk With Me (Live on 89.3 The Current)
now, don't misunderstand me, I am NOT on the Sweet Jesus wave...but i enjoy the song
we cannot see the light
we cannot see the light
through the smoke of words.
the fire of longing
spreads ashes in the wind.
the pain of being one,
we feel separate from the stars.
as experience is
the root of thought,
the brain disturbs the
rhythms of the heart.
the tides of time
take us here and there.
and only the water
of true tears
will clear the soot
and only love
can show us a way
through the stonefields
of our blind deserts
and the mines of doubt.
This is not romantic AND it is.
The salvation is not in to be loved,
but in to love, oneself, life, death, and
another.
PS: i do never edit poems
through the smoke of words.
the fire of longing
spreads ashes in the wind.
the pain of being one,
we feel separate from the stars.
as experience is
the root of thought,
the brain disturbs the
rhythms of the heart.
the tides of time
take us here and there.
and only the water
of true tears
will clear the soot
and only love
can show us a way
through the stonefields
of our blind deserts
and the mines of doubt.
This is not romantic AND it is.
The salvation is not in to be loved,
but in to love, oneself, life, death, and
another.
PS: i do never edit poems
This early morning
This early morning i passed the mason's yard. The gravestones covered with snow. And i just thought that it is a relief to me that none of them will ever weigh on my chest. I shall be burned and free, my ashes in the forest.
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