take me to the orchestra pit
show me this bronze alley
pluck me like a violin
crouch me like a tiger
teach me like a Buddha
throw me like a stone
I will break windows for you, I will carry your spear, I will dissolve into meaning
you will rise with the sun, you will carry the weight, you must resolve being
we will be like words in an acrobatic book of verse
but you must first tattoo love upon your soul…
this complex being of love equals hurt
these philosophical divergence into being
those faces all look so familiar
time is such a tricky circle
life itself circles time
translation:
life itself circles time
itself circles time life
circles time life itself
time life itself circles
you will always find me in the lost and found…
children of the universe holding jars with secrets
finders keeping sunshine under pillows
dark matters when the story is a river
children of listening to sleep gently
on the fridge of god is earth a picture stuck to a magnet…
translation:
my whole life as dust in the wind
soon new flowers and children
will play amongst memories
taking the illusion to deep waters and sands of faith
sands of faith taking illusions to deep waters and the
and the waters of faith taking deep illusions to sands
there is more than one of you
one poor, one rich, one cold, one life
one living, one dying, one trying
what does this mean, is finding love and compassion by one an answer for many
I am old and can not hold close all those who suffer
so I must suffer all the time also, please forgive my weak words of love in your anguish.
if love was a sword, it would kill my words…
when the bird speaks to the tree
it says there are many of you
yet you stand alone
when the sky speaks to the bird
it says you are dreaming within a dream
yet the clouds go by
when love is within a heart
it is eternity
in the blink of an eye
so all the beaks of birds
bite every finger on a trigger
when every person dances
the planet slides gently
at least the room is peaceful…
when the voices of angels are like rocks
compromised melody of timeless hardness
sweet song of time believing in a moment
always falling through the atmosphere
it is OK, I will catch you
I never believed in statues
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