alostlittlebird
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Feb 8, 2003
- Messages
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Just like little black filters,
dilating
and making
soft
little
adjustments,
so does the mind expand
to catch more.
The fuller the mind,
the richer the life,
the richer every moment.
Sometimes a lady leads me
to the source of my bad water.
She shows me how to make it clean -
- It is her hand on my back when I drink,
but it is my hand on the vessel.
Sometimes a lady comes inside
when I have gone away.
With her own funny sense of organization,
she takes my things and scatters them.
Always gotta tell myself,
"Just pick things up."
Always do I remind myself,
"Just pick things up."
But after all, I simply forgot
I am but a line and a loop
running through some vessel
in the fog of modern living.
dilating
and making
soft
little
adjustments,
so does the mind expand
to catch more.
The fuller the mind,
the richer the life,
the richer every moment.
Sometimes a lady leads me
to the source of my bad water.
She shows me how to make it clean -
- It is her hand on my back when I drink,
but it is my hand on the vessel.
Sometimes a lady comes inside
when I have gone away.
With her own funny sense of organization,
she takes my things and scatters them.
Always gotta tell myself,
"Just pick things up."
Always do I remind myself,
"Just pick things up."
But after all, I simply forgot
I am but a line and a loop
running through some vessel
in the fog of modern living.
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