Little by little, Im falling awake, As I let go, a piece of me you take, As I hold on a piece of me you make, Little by little, I fall back to sleep, An earth of herds, out sheeping the sheep. As I hold on a piece of me you keep, Minds full of delusion, . A wonderful trip of colour and illusion, You will return from whence you came, Back to where the shadows and the light are but the same, Where nothing is everything, and everything is nothing, Here it doesnt matter if one tells the truth, or is simply bluffing, As here the truth is to not be known, because the truth is not something to say, The truth cannot be touched and no direction is the way. So feel your presence with your heart not you mind, And a seed will be sewn, when you know there is nothing to find.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 20:35:59 +0000