Effusion
Being Enlightened
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I saw the deep, dark skies
moving in.
Ominous thunderclaps rang
out in song:
"Caught a bolt of lightning..."
*Booming* in the distance.
And then, the sky unleashed
her cleansing rains...
I entered the local bus,
disappointed.
I look up and out,
and see such raw beauty,
and here I am,
squirelled away inside
a refrigerated,
sardine can!
The shackles of my
man-made contraints
wheeling me to my
destiny, my destination...
BUT DAMN IT,
HOW I WANT TO REVOLT!!
To run, unchained,
in the rains
of the thickening storm.
Cleanse myself,
of all the responsibility,
and obligations,
and material possessions,
obsessions, aggressions...
and transgress,
transform,
metamorphasize,
into my plain and
simple self.
The self that knows
that I am no better
than the earth,
or the sky.
The self that knows
we are all one
in the same.
That wonderful,
beautiful self:
WILD!
BLISSFUL!
FREE!
moving in.
Ominous thunderclaps rang
out in song:
"Caught a bolt of lightning..."
*Booming* in the distance.
And then, the sky unleashed
her cleansing rains...
I entered the local bus,
disappointed.
I look up and out,
and see such raw beauty,
and here I am,
squirelled away inside
a refrigerated,
sardine can!
The shackles of my
man-made contraints
wheeling me to my
destiny, my destination...
BUT DAMN IT,
HOW I WANT TO REVOLT!!
To run, unchained,
in the rains
of the thickening storm.
Cleanse myself,
of all the responsibility,
and obligations,
and material possessions,
obsessions, aggressions...
and transgress,
transform,
metamorphasize,
into my plain and
simple self.
The self that knows
that I am no better
than the earth,
or the sky.
The self that knows
we are all one
in the same.
That wonderful,
beautiful self:
WILD!
BLISSFUL!
FREE!
Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
Wish you were here...
♥~RIP Dad
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As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Leaving is for the answering machine.
Los Angeles 10.7.2009