Musings of a tightrope walker...
Gone A flapping of wingsÉ Angel is gone A flapping of wingsÉ Time is gone A flapping of wingsÉ Dream is gone I am leftÉ A dancing shadow on the lake.
Ripples on the Water Thoughts are like breezes Rippling the surface of the waters of mind. Silvery ripples On the clear deep stillness of a pure heart Waves of emotion Stirring up debris of unresolved past Obstructing the knowledge of fearless poise Washing ashore an unknown fate
Communication Sometimes Ð sad-times, there are walls instead of bridges. The way you talk Ð the way you think Ð the way you look Ð the way you want Sometimes Ð sad-times, there seems no way to shaking hands. The way you feel Ð the way you dream Ð the way you walk Ð the way you act Sometimes Ð sad-times, gray stones piled up in front of us! The way the time Ð will rule your life Ð your voice, in vain Ð it’s not to hear Sometimes sad-times, there are walls instead of bridges.
Fragments of Truth It’s those Nights Those sleepless nights With the black moon Showing That we don’t know who we are And where we go Nor where we stand Or where we fall Into the bottomless lake Of our past Ð Our many pasts Through pain and tears Back to the Source Where we loose ourselves Dissolving into nothing Nothing but bliss
Reaching out Sometimes you reach out a hand to a friend And then you know That your life does make sense Again and again and again Sometimes you find those words of love And then you know That your life does make sense Again and again and again
Innocence I wonderÉ can innocence ever be built up again? Is innocence an open window to mystery? Does innocence mean to be able to fly, in a way? Does it need innocence to find answers to our prayers everywhere? Is it innocence that allows us to talk to a God? Is innocence needed to communicate with flowers and trees? Do only the innocents believe in their dreams? Is innocence something we can really loose, Ever?
Time Sometimes it feels as if time stood still No sound, no breath, no wind, no air that moves Or maybe not Ð it might be just the opposite I lost motion but time goes on Time, wait for me, go slow and wait, until I come! Have you ever seen time waiting? The clock stands still But the moment is gone Have you seen the moment leave? Do I have to panic now?
Questions What is a mirror image anyway? What is an echo? What is a dream? What happens when the wind has died? How does the shadow speak? What is a fragment of eternity? What is a life? What is a light? What happens when the heart has died? How does the soul then speak?
Circle patterns Fish leaping after flies - circle patterns on the lake Rain falling - circle patterns on a puddle Your tears - circle patterns in my heart Words I read - circle patterns of thoughts
No wings Raindrops at my window Tears on my cheeks My thoughts wrapped up in a rainbow You've left me without my wings
Floating in Change Thinking by yourself, asking questions and getting answers Floating in constant change. You may get wiser, or more confused. Your wisdom my be... Letting go of knowledge and of fixed believes. Your confusion may be... Loosing your self and to realize that you are co creator. Creation’s basic truth is change. You can’t hold on to who you are. You are the new one you’re becoming ConstantlyÉ
Stranded Past Does this exist? Is there a thing like ‘stranded past’? Some past that didn’t pass. Is this what still keeps hurting you, Some past that stranded in your bones And in your memoriesÉ
Conquer the Dragon I always wondered... I always prayed...
I'll be There SometimesÉ somehowÉ I just wish to turn around and slip awayÉ In total silenceÉ unseenÉ unheardÉ never beenÉ Not only from situationsÉ But also from factsÉ From knowingÉ Certain thoughts coming upÉ Those questions and answersÉ SometimesÉ somehowÉ I just wish to turn around and slip awayÉ In total silenceÉ unseenÉ unheardÉ never beenÉ Letting go of myselfÉ The heartbeat and the breathÉ And timeÉ Leaving all attachments behindÉ Friends and enemies alikeÉ SometimesÉ somehowÉ I just wish to turn around and slip awayÉ In total silenceÉ unseenÉunheardÉ never beenÉ ButÉ You know itÉ If you need meÉ Call meÉ I’ll be there!
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