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Break away from the chains that would bind
Of your past and realize of the things you have done
Places gone, Fade away....drifting deep... in the sleep
Waking now to the sound of your spirit inside
Focusing on the dream surpassing space and time
Winter calms soothing beasts of nocturnal relief
Cogitates scattered thoughts in the mind
Open wounds fester deep, as to heal is to be
And with light they arrive in a soul fluttered sigh
Transmit love and respect in eternal resolve
Breeding truth and acceptance of all is to be
Like a wind in the night we shall set free the mind
Opening conscious doors of reality's eye
In the night we shall dream as we sleep and we dream
And awaken to dreams of awakening dreams
Fall away from the rock and leap into water
Flying around unhindered and free
Materialize the deepest of valleys
Conjur the light of symbolic deeds
Vivid in sight and fast with your senses
Gathering 'round the lightbearers to see
'Truth is not the secret of a few'
you would maybe think so
the way some
and cultural ambassadors and
especially museum directors
you'd think they had a corner
the way they
walk around shaking
their high heads and
looking as if they never
went to the bath
room or anything
But I wouldn't blame them
if I were you
They say the Spiritual is best conceived
in abstract terms
and then too
walking around in museums always makes me
I always feel so
from "Pictures of the Gone World"
by the way, i put all the spacing in, which is sort of important, and now i see that it does not show up.... oh well
I am not a poet. But Lawrence Ferlinghetti certainly is. Hope you enjoyed.
I have to laugh here because shroomism knows what he is talking about, and you think he is trying to explain the meaning of life or something. I will refer you to my higher self for this one, the same higher self that understands the difference between waking and sleep, a difference which does not exsist as i quickly found out in my astral projection last night.
Just think about it, how is it possible for you to believe something is real while asleep?
How is it possible for you to believe something is real when you are awake?
neither are in fact real as i have said before, and i'm still trying to face the fact that when i die that will not be real either, only what i want it to be if i get lucky, or much worse for some people.
Another question, how is it possible to see, hear, and feel what i do? do you actually think i am making this shit up?
-------------------- "oh to be a kid again, not a worry in the world except mybe the lack of bubbles in the bath tub"