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sorry

So sorry

Oh

)(

Oh child !

Let a new morning come

Yes

A new morning come


><

Oh child

Orphan one

Oh little child of the orphanage

So sorry

I feel so sorry for your sorry state

Little one


)) ((

A new morning

A new new morning

Oh yes

It's a new morning come


.

"


Will she ever make it out of town  ?

||

So many friends are dead

( she calls them "the lucky ones " )

Though she don't mean it

Like you

She really wants to live


••

Yeah

I can't say I'm proud but I ****** her
Many times

But even when I try to I just can't feel bad either

)(

It don't fit no moral standard

I ****** her  

That's all


But not really

As you probably know

//

So very ******* lonely

Should I take her with me when I leave town ?


.

.

Over in the corner

Weeping in her beer


::

(Told me by a wise kind bartender )

)(

Love ?

)(

With the torn red dress

And the song of ****

On her mind

)(


We ?

Laughing stocks of the universe !

We who say we are in love

For insane infantile reasons !

••

How can I love you !

You hardly exist on a human level !


( though you can play with buzz words

All night long !! )

::

you are a great excuse for getting ******

And to go into the closet to meditate


( which is good & why I love you ! )

•

I know it's not true love because you never suffer

You say you do but only fools believe you

And I am not a fool

.



She is his lover

:

She wanders softly all the fields

|  |

The whole  wide world is glad to see them !

every child knows they are here !

•

Even I know they are here

( me the shy one in the corner )

so I guess  you , too

Know they are here


•

dance the dance that is free !

That provides its own music

and the 1000 virgins

( Their ***** and eyes )

)(

Be the essence of creation

That is truly what you are

.

You who arise as the first dawn

Here to greet all of your lovers


Planting the goods seeds in the fields


,

Tiny fires

In the cracks and crevices

Of the world

,:;

Only the true

Sons and daughters are here

Here

At the end of the world


Here where the entropy

Reaches Point Omega

and the ALPHA

Is reborn

••

In the holy sanctity

Of eternal wholeness

::

The tiny child forming


Is the child

That you were

Is the child

That you are

Is the child

You shall become

)(

Rejoice !

Such a good reality


.

.



& the limping beggar

The wanderer

They call him      Mad

( seeking wisdom in the forests ! )

•     •

He looks up and sees !

And says

WHAT ? IS THAT A LITTLE TINY CABIN
THERE ?

HOW COULD I NOT HAVE SEEN BEFORE ?

coming

In and out of sight thru the morning mist

Was it really there ?

And who might be living there !

::

the limping sadhu slips on and upward

Thru the brush toward what he sees


As a little tiny cabin in the woods

Hidden by the mist

And his obscure dream

That some sage wise teacher might be there

)?(

He climbs the mountain !

( he overcomes his doubt and fear )

He climbs the mountain !


Yes
Yes


AND a sage wise teacher

" appears "


.

.



a song

( a gentle song )

Drifts

Down from the Cliffs of Logan Mountain


^^^^^^^


•


where only angels fly thru the air

Or a sweet bird singing

Or a child's prayer



"""

All the world !

Listen


( perfect harmony )

We sit in the tall grass


Our own true stories

These too are here


.