Discover A New Perspective
Idle and idle do I sit with my words,
Knowing and unknowing play with each other in thoughts
But there is no thought
No mind
No eye
No I
No you
And for that there can be everything, words and words
That bring home to me the one lesson I can gleam
That the world is much brighter,
When seen
I wonder, I wonder If in the depths of our slumber, We ever dream to cease our ceaseless number. Perhaps our questions are naught but answers, Perhaps answers are naught but questions, Our pride is pr
I am scratched and itched, and old and young; I am the red greened apples, And love high-strung. There can be no words that pump as the heart does; Flesh and Fire, The forge of God's young.
I heard it before, Once long ago; Come and get me... The night grew young, And the dew was ripe; Come and get me... A voice not found is one that can always be heard; Come and get me...
