Reflected, in your eyes, I see...
Is that how you see me?
A taTteREd tappestry
From my motivations and inspirations
These all seem to me to be reflected, you see, in what you see that I see reflected in me.
You told me if I take one step towards you that you'll take 10 towards me.
Showing up and I'm thinking my God this isn't for me...
Cold showers, Almond Oil, Head Covering? Man... I gotta fly- T.S.A.
To the kiss of the Amrit Vela--the Ambrosial Hour--sitting at Gods table
Sa Ta Na Ma... Wahe Guru!!
I stand reborn and aware
This IS the Yoga of Awareness...
Now I'm running towards You, seeing You in All--a Mirror Gazing at a Mirror
THIS is MY Identity--Truth.
Say it with me... Sat Nam
Breath it in and feel it with me!!
No music… no music… no music...
No Music can compare to the song we made
You were the violin and I was the piano
Our chords danced in the ether
A melody sublime
Rising and falling we created color
The fusion the friction the ferocity the fantasy
The fantasy… the fantasy… the fantasy...
The fantasy evaporated
The song had to
And, we both know...
It wouldn’t sound the same if we played it again
The chords are too familiar
The melody's not as sweet
Would I still choose to Love you if I had to sacrifice parts of my body?
So quick to give our hearts to each other,
Would speed still rule if the cost was Flesh?
The price list:
Puppy Love - a sliver of skin
First Love - a finger or a hand
Grand Love - a leg or an arm
Unrequited Love - an eye or a tongue
Would you still dive in?
The wound obvious
The Scar A Warning
In the end,
At the very least
We tell ourselves there was "A Lesson"
We'd all gladly walk around with parts missing
We already do.
Is this what It is
Sitting at a table
Surrounded but ignored
Friends dead and dying
Is this what it is
Generations erupting and then receding
Ages coming and going
Is this what it is
Why did we choose life
Why do we believe in death
— The End —