when you find a dead monk, set him on fire. the flames burn the color of the robes. my color, the robes. orange and red. ascending from marina's Dark Zone i look up and upon the creatures of the deep - softening the horror of their countenance. i see black to blue, orange to red. the Sun is a lynch pin the monks are all on fire. the Sun and Moon are a vector and they are a time piece. when you find a dead monk, brother, set him on fire.
his heart flowed from his fingertips as he stood in front of the choir. when the applause started, an angel only visible to her crowned him with a halo. her heart saw the purest, whitest light as it ascended. every cell in her body knew one truth in that moment - this was the start of her first love.
If you ever climb a mountain There's something you shouldn't do Do not stay at the peak of the mountain Simply because of the view
You can stay there for a little bit Enjoy it while it lasts But when the time comes Let the past be the past
If you hold on to a moment Till you've held on far too long You'll miss the enjoyment of today And that moment becomes a worn out song
So if you dwell in the past Let go and move on instead Once you look forward you'll realize There are only more beautiful mountains ahead
As you move on you'll want to look back At the things that you've come over The peaks, the creeks, the valleys, The glaciers, the rivers
Look back. That's okay! Take a minute to reflect Your past can help you prepare For what might be coming next
While you're looking though, be careful With how your time is spent Because every moment looking back Is one less step towards your next ascent
I've gone through a struggle of not letting go of my past. Most people have a hard time letting go of the bad stuff in their past, but I think just as many people have a hard time letting go of the good stuff. We spend too much time admiring the "good old days" and wishing we had them back. It keeps us from fully experiencing the "now" and from truly moving forward. I'm not saying to forget everything you ever experience. It's perfectly okay to fondly reminisce about good memories or to every now and then cry about bad ones. Just don't DWELL in your past experiences.