Freedom from the core....
Sometimes it takes a bit little more,
Of revolutions and turning round,
Coming back to know that home,
Is a place I have often bypassed,
Almost near the door, soon gone... with the wind;
Lost, yes that's the word!
It seems I have been certainly lost!
Inside a dark submarine, inside a poetic painting;
Everyone here is traveling,
Gardens on this planet are flowery, faerie and fragrant;
Sky is always blue, keep on guard, all is good..
And everyone walks in disappearing boots,
Like a song which begins carrying a mild story, ending in silence;
Flute song, so are all beloved sights!
For the lost, for the found..all is yours, sky..
Is there anything which is mine..?
Slowing down into a tranquil culmination,
Please no suffering again, the wine of this garden hurts;
So I climb a tree and burn incense,
Just help me be a light unto myself..
Be complete and full of loving,
No need for stars, no need of lovers,
And let the Rivers flow on their own..
Help me be, complete alone!