Drifting to another world
I wonder what will be
If you will lift me off my feet
Or simply rescue me
There’s nothing more than can be shared
We’ve said it all before
Our pleasures past have come undone
It’s gone – our lust of yore
So now I’m left to question all
The should’s I never do
For when I fall asleep at night
It’s you, it’s only you.
Let them eat cake
Said the ruthless to the rogue
Let them eat crumbs
Said the prince to the king
Let them eat dust
Said the wealthy to the world
Give them flowing water
Fresh and free and cool
Said the Father to His Son.
Hakone, Japan.
Only in Japan
The best part about falling in
Love
Is when everything and everywhere and
All others cease to be
Visible.
The pain and whippings and self-flagellation our minds can inflict on our own selves is greater than any mountain we dare to conjure up.
At times like these, when our suffering is deep and sore and painful, it is wise to acknowledge our own lack of mercy and rather instead, to wrap our selves in love.
Because we were created. We were hand-crafted.
And while we still breath, we are life.
A whole moon rose to stand watch over a scuttling earth. Ants and people breathed the same air and made the same mistakes of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The timeless guard beamed down its light and exposed the nakedness of life – a vulnerability so fragile and delicate against a ticking clock of time.
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