(!!!!)
O
:::::
) ~ (

The soft angelic song drifts thru the streets

Thru the angry people
( The greed the fear the lies  )

and is heard by the soft angelic child

//://

It is no good here you know
Ain't been good for a long long time

But we are good
And shall remain so for all time

/////

The soft angelic song comes to guide us
Back to the fertile scenery

The Covenanted Passageway to the sacred source
Of all creating Power and Grace

To the eternal fountain
The pure holiness

The fragrant waters of Dream

The seed held in the hand of the Supreme
Lover

The tree of loveliness of
Which we are fruit and flower

/:/

Child

It' s your time / this very hour

Let us truly be together

Let us heal each other and the world

:/:

The soft angel

Drifts thru the fiery city street

And personally

Taps you on the shoulder

//

A simple reminder

That he is here

For many centuries we have wandered
Waiting for the answers we seek
We may have faltered
In not asking the right questions
Treading over the bridges of human bonding
We have come this far
Where shall this path lead us?
Or, we may be heading towards a cul-de-sac
Heading towards a collision with our reality
Not meaningful enough
Waylaid till now, with many distractions
Of all we know
We may have been seeking the wrong
Do we have the faintest idea
What we have lived for, till now?

The whole universe as a giant wheel
Where events take place
A roller coaster tour, we are in
Unknowingly, events repeat themselves
In different form and through different avatars
Same time, in a loop
Wants us to believe, we are moving forward
Time is the most efficient illusionist
Taking a siege of our minds
For we believe, what we are allowed to
Hallucination becomes reality
Players are we, moving according to a game plan
Not aware of the grand design
And the intricacies of the networks and links
Caught between the networked world
When reality is a faraway dream
Not many of us will be successful to break away
To live away from the constraints
Finding the truth comes with renouncing
The illusion has a bind on us
Till we break the mirrors of irrationality
Time and again, we are reminded
A vision that comes rarely
To look within the self
For the truth is waiting to be revealed

I thrive on liking.
If there's nothing to enjoy
In things, I ignore them.
Move on.

Where do you get your
Energy? they ask,
Weary from disliking.

This *****. He's a ****.
This band is terrible.
Surrealism is too unrealistic.
There are no happy endings.

It'll all break down into pieces of
Broken love, burning.  
It always does.
He'll let me down in
The end.
They always do.

If so,
Ignore your losses.
To live a lot, you have to
Hurt a lot.
Move on.

Enjoy more of it next time.
Appreciate. Open yourself.
You'll like more.
You'll hurt less.
You'll love the movement
Of Life dancing
With the
Living.