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By perception Date: 2007 Feb 21 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.21.14.04.25105]] |
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The streets are crowded a buzzing melody in time. The day has approached dearest, my ash was sprinkled the color of smoke, and I can never return. I see you from that little star above I sit on passing time, My words are now lost memories, My heart an erased fantasy, The galaxies are moving and it's such a better view from up here twirling swirling, eternal calm. If you miss me just look up in the sky at that twinkling star I sit upon as in a zen meditation both awake and asleep. Ah, but there are so many stars, you say -- which one is you? In matters of stardust they all look the same, it's true. That's the point of sprinkled ash the color of smoke -- that's the lesson: you return to nothing and become void of identity, name and form. I exist, I am not lifeless, I sparkle and I shine. The state I am in is called Heaven on Earth -- יזל ( lamed zayin yud ). |