Introspection, or ‘sitting in the silence,’ is an unscientific way of trying to force apart the mind and senses, tied together by the life force. The contemplative mind, attempting its return to divinity, is constantly dragged back toward the senses by the life currents.
i’m just the man in the middle
of a complicated plan.
no one to show me the signs.
i’m just a creature of habit
in a complicated world.
nowhere to run to.
nowhere to hide, to hide, to hide, to hide….
Analyze yourself. All emotions are reflected in the body and mind. Envy and fear cause the face to pale, love makes it glow.
if you want a lover
i’ll do anything you ask me to
and if you want another kind of love
i’ll wear a mask for you
and if you want a partner, take my hand
and if you want to strike me down in anger here i stand, i’m your man
The balanced rhythm of the universe is rooted in reciprocity.
to stare at the sky
i am wide open
reaching forever
i fly into the blue
i am wide open
reaching forever
i fly into the blue
flat mark
high tide
frantic to stay afloat
stay calm
let in some air i dare lie down
to stare at the sky
i am wide open
reaching forever i fly into the blue
I am a spark from the Infinite. I am not flesh and bones. I am light.
the birds they sang
at the break of day
start again
i heard them say
don’t dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
ah the wars they will
be fought again
the holy dove
she will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.
ring the bells that still can ring
forget your perfect offering
there is a crack in everything that’s how the light gets in.
Strive ceaselessly; never be impatient. Once the finality is achieved, incarnation of troubles will be over in a second, just as when light is admitted within a room that has been locked for decades, the darkness vanishes instantly.
i was working up a conversation
but i didn’t know how to start
your heart is a work of art
i wanna be rich in memories not money
our love is our inheritance honey
we’ve come so far
Am I the ocean? It is too small, A dream dewdrop on the azure blades of space. Am I the sky? It is too small, A lake in the bosom of eternity. Am I eternity? It is too small, Framed in a name. In the vast region of namelessness I love to dwell, Beyond limits of dreams, names, conceptions. I am what I am always — In the ever-present past, In the ever-present future, In the ever-present now.
here’s what we know
we don’t know what we’ve got or if we’ve got it
and what we had, we already forgot it
the race is evidently to the bottom
we don’t, we don’t, we don’t know what to say don’t know what it was but we want it back
If you don’t know where you are going, you’ll end up some place else.
once i was seven years old, my mama told me,
“go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely.”
once i was seven years old
it was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger
pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
Forget the past, for it is gone from your domain. Forget the future, for it is beyond your reach. Control the present. Live supremely well now. This is the way of the wise…
i don’t know why i just can’t let it go
i don’t know why i just can’t let it go memory’s old but i just can’t let it go
the idea’s gone but i just can’t let it go
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