Sometimes the corner of the eyes appear to gather more information than direct sight.Sometimes the the present can be so overwhelming that you have to let go without a fight.
Sometimes letting go can be so scary that you are forced to keep your eyes open - wide
- confused and worried in suspended tension.
Take in as much as you can.
Perhaps you notice that the view from the corner is something else.
Something new.
If it makes you smile
you may even shed a tear.
The birds begin to chirp when the spring sings in the air.
When the leaves fall to the ground the flowers dance in an odd pair.
Returning from school, the memories of evenings fountain cool feelings in the mind.
Little grains of sand soon to be turned into tools.
Is it fair?
If some music played along it would all sound so sweet - like fresh lemon juice swirling over the tongue while a whiff of subtle fragrance approaches from the street.
A pretty girl gets prettier while an old man dies.
Beggars on the road lie with the flies
Their shadows bloated
when the egos exploded
scared to look
even into their own eyes.
Innocence is never lost.
It remains the weight in a progressively nefarious world.
Everything is taken lightly.
Everything can be fixed.
Persistent static lingers over a masterpiece undone.
The innocents cluster like children on a playground.
Them, and that solitary one who keeps by himself in the corner of the garden - lost in The Three Musketeers.
Life sings the same tune in different rhythms. The garden transforms into a gigantic city and the games become less play and more memos, ads and bills.
The minds begin to melt into a foolish battle of WITH and without.
Outside and within.
Matter does not matter
empty space is the place.
The grain of sand becomes a pebble.
A stone becomes a tool.
The child becomes a fool and the world becomes one rule.
Now when the skies turn dark the winter burns pain through the soul.
Where has the world gone?
Where is that love,
Someone?
the solitary man wonders...
One for all and all for one
if you wanna stay alone
find some one
- if you find someone
don't let em go
but if you do
then don't forget em so
"Lets go to the show.. Shall we?"
They smile and proceed.
Sometimes letting go can be so scary that you are forced to keep your eyes open - wide
- confused and worried in suspended tension.
Take in as much as you can.
Perhaps you notice that the view from the corner is something else.
Something new.
If it makes you smile
you may even shed a tear.
The birds begin to chirp when the spring sings in the air.
When the leaves fall to the ground the flowers dance in an odd pair.
Returning from school, the memories of evenings fountain cool feelings in the mind.
Little grains of sand soon to be turned into tools.
Is it fair?
If some music played along it would all sound so sweet - like fresh lemon juice swirling over the tongue while a whiff of subtle fragrance approaches from the street.
A pretty girl gets prettier while an old man dies.
Beggars on the road lie with the flies
Their shadows bloated
when the egos exploded
scared to look
even into their own eyes.
Innocence is never lost.
It remains the weight in a progressively nefarious world.
Everything is taken lightly.
Everything can be fixed.
Persistent static lingers over a masterpiece undone.
The innocents cluster like children on a playground.
Them, and that solitary one who keeps by himself in the corner of the garden - lost in The Three Musketeers.
Life sings the same tune in different rhythms. The garden transforms into a gigantic city and the games become less play and more memos, ads and bills.
The minds begin to melt into a foolish battle of WITH and without.
Outside and within.
Matter does not matter
empty space is the place.
The grain of sand becomes a pebble.
A stone becomes a tool.
The child becomes a fool and the world becomes one rule.
Now when the skies turn dark the winter burns pain through the soul.
Where has the world gone?
Where is that love,
Someone?
the solitary man wonders...
One for all and all for one
if you wanna stay alone
find some one
- if you find someone
don't let em go
but if you do
then don't forget em so
"Lets go to the show.. Shall we?"
They smile and proceed.
1 comment:
I think that is the most enlightening thing I have ever read by you.
Taking it all in...
Guilliermo
Om Shanti Om
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