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Immensely grateful Tears streak my cheeks Freedom
pensieri in corso
Immensely grateful Tears streak my cheeks Freedom
“Words are lies,” the Master said. But I cheated on my wife, With the fingertip of my index. When the house of cards fell, She was gone, and it's over. Maybe I wasn't cut for it. So I went to hell in a handbasket, Settled my own cozy circle. With some work, it's not all bad To be married to my own life: When there's no way out, Compromise is much easier. Finally, I can be faithful here, And hear the dawn chorus sing.
Vivo questa serata con l'attitudine di chi marcia al patibolo: Di chi non può fermarsi a guardare indietro, E al contempo non ha alcuna fretta di arrivare. Il tumulto della folla, il dramma del mondo, oggi non li sento miei.
Ora che il mio pensiero Collassa tutto su di lei Non ne rimane più per me E mi sento davvero solo Ora che non devo più cercare Mi sento davvero perso
Thanks, my Love, for teaching me: Love's not about finding You, But growth through seeking You. Finding is the singularity of serendipity: Irreconcilable intention and consequence Unified in truth at the end of reality.
Nothing to desire, Nowhere to go: I choose to embody The Brownian motion Of my thoughts.
For a woman, once again, I was going to crawl in a jar, A hope-lidded nightmare, Preserved for future use.
You know, I used to believe that, to keep you, I could let go of myself. But really, that is a palace too dark and cold to lose myself in again. So, I'll let you go instead.
I watch my negative effort To catch a flash of serendipity Become all I know of myself Until knowing self effort All extinguish
Driven to try, set up to fail. The prize is too precious For failure to matter. Floating in equanimity, A cage as wide as the universe.