sun, and blue the sky
white the clouds that drift so high,
soaring above life.
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sun, and blue the sky
white the clouds that drift so high,
soaring above life.
soaring above life
clouds a white carpet below
I wander seeking
I wander seeking
unaware that what I search
lives in my own heart.
lives in my own heart
resides there glowing, warming
me from inside out
me from inside out
no other color but one
the color of love!
me from inside out
reveals a whole new world of
higher mysteries
welcome!
higher mysteries
will follow you uncle ji
unless you stand up!
the color of love
a wash of bright in the dark
which sings out "I'm here!"
which sings out "I'm here!"
which also sings, 'You are there!''
Let's sing 'We are here!':)
Let's sing 'We are here!'
our voices together make
unique harmony
unique harmony
chimes in my convertible
ripping down the road
ripping down the road
my cares thrown to the west wind
grainfields sway in time
grainfields sway in time
like the parabolic reach
etched in parable
etched in parable
stories with morals that
touch our hearts deeply
touch our hearts deeply
droplets of tears flowing
down cheeks like monsoons
down cheeks like monsoons
in a moment of clarity
some deluge has passed
some deluge has passed
the Ark of Noah ready
for a new journey
for a new journey
I need new eyes, heart, soul
the adventure begins
the adventure begins
there is no need for new things
they say Old is Gold!
they say Old is Gold
I'll show you a faded page
that holds precious dreams
that holds precious dreams,
a vase evanescently
blooming from the seams
blooming from the seams
expressionless 'til blown 'round
Van Gogh's irises
blooming from the seams
of the depths of creation;
oh, how life is grand!
Van Gogh's irises
conceal, divine, and reveal
beautiful artwork
beautiful artwork
reflecting the splendour of life,
lines in artifice
lines in artifice
yet illusions that speak to
our souls deepest truths
our souls deepest truths
reflect Horace' advantage
or Homer's purpose
or Homer's purpose
ended up with his destined
end infinitely
end infinitely
sweet of elevated means
inescapable
inescapable
from the spell of her beauty
i cry out her name!
i cry out her name!
But she is unaware..NO!
Her love is waning!
Her love is waning!
hanging on the thinnest thread
oh mother, need me!
Oh mother, need me!
What told you to desert me?
My cries reached deaf ears...
My cries reached deaf ears
two-dimensional beings
are predictable
are predictable
in the most productive sense
pop culture heroes
pop culture heroes
like figure among zeros
damn care for foxtrot
damn care for foxtrot
moving metaphor in step
with life's light foibles
with life's light foibles
let not our love suffer
from pangs of mistrust
from pangs of mistrust
old and unforgotten wounds
oozing the pus of failure
oozing pus of failure
dying soldier lay giving
his soul to heaven