Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
There ain’t no precious gold comin’ outa that there mountain, if all I wanna do is sit and dream of what I’ll do when I get some.
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me