where we met
in the desert
between dream
and waking
where went
to light
and breath
and sea
where we left
between
and inbetween,
now we are here
these roots
are all veiled
like in abstract
art, purposefully
hidden by fate,
the biggest liar,
and love is a word
in a glasshouse
though we do not know
who we are
or where we go,
now we are here
the church bell tolls,
the birds make a noise,
children laugh
and we don't care
banned into
a moment
of wonder,
now we are here
in this month,
May, in
the scent of spring
i long for you
help
help me
not to think
that now is a prison
help
help me
not to think:
now we are here
maybe
we do not know
between come and go:
now we are here
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Friday, May 13, 2016
♫ Pink Floyd - Sorrow [Lyrics]
all these songs...none quite my theme...not now
Enya - Even In The Shadows (Static Video)
....~ one way of seeing...
Krishnamurti - Is love a part of consciousness
liked it...though this way has its limits, it stems out of a lot of resignation
and Krihnamurti is actually continuously thinking, unhappy in it,
and....but it sure does break open prisoner mentality, gives doors
to the hospitalization of our true soul
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