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Saturday, May 13, 2017
Sarah McLachlan , Wintersong
X-mas :-)
listening
listening..
into me, into..
listening to Handel flute sonatas
accompanied by the hooting of
my neighbourhood owl.
just..listening.
i learned so much to let go
that i don't see anything
which is still. nothing is still,
all moves. i know i cannot rely
on even me nor on another one,
all changes, dances, gives light,
throws a shadow.
in another view i learned more to let go than to let come.
i learned to run away and to walk back to.
will this be important?
i learned to run away and to walk back to.
will this be important?
i let go, grow, open, flower, die.
this is all.
nothing i can hear, words sink
into sand, mud. they lost meaning.
and who i may have been yesterday
has already gone.
and i know there is no nothing nor
a something. only travel~
may it be good.
for me, you, us.
if not: no guilt, no regret, no sadness
will change anything.
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