songs of samsara
being in love…then it ends
when it ends….then it begins
when it begins…..then it ends
always wanting….never satisfied
never satisfied ….always wanting
pushing and pulling….filling and emptying
if you can stop wishing…you will never want
be like a rock….calm under stress
be like you’re dead…before you die
before you die….live life fully
relax relax…..work work work
work work work….till you’re a jerk…..
It wouldn’t be like that if you did what you loved ? I wonder if I would hate poetry and art if I HAD to work hard at it …haha…..when I DONT have to force myself I am happy ..
I AM SO HAPPY I QUIT MY JOB !!
Now to eliminate all the other things I hate doing…..freedom is freedom from being a slave to things
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Run, oh run from the devil storm
Run, oh run towards the the golden sun
See it shine
See the angels in your mind
See them drinking wine,
Dancing long
And singing metered rhyme.
Hold your fist
Hold it fast against your skin
Till your fingers dig
Right to the bone
Ambition bleeds you dry.
Run, oh run from the devil storm
Run, oh run towards the the golden sun
Every tree
spawns a hundred one and more
Every branch you see
Has a hundred fruits
And sprouts hundred trees
Will it stop
Like a trophy on the shelf
Always more to find
No rest you’ll find
Through endless lighted doors
Race up high
For meaning and respect
Walk a mountain road
Where pleasures rain
And drain right to the sea
Run, oh run towards the the golden sun
Run, oh run from the devil storm
Run from pain
From needles in the hay
From social fray
And certain dooms
Till the running hurts the same
Slip through cracks
Of the vision in your eyes
And your tears they fall
To barefoot feet
and drown in equanimity.
WOW!!!! (I am speechless). ♥️♥️♥️
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