Fallin down again, I see the world as it is
and the beauty of it makes me weep
I can take no more of you
I cannot fill myself with deeper emotion
I cannot attempt sacrelige on your behalf
I can only weep.
Sweeping away the thoughts,
I am left with nothing but the music of my existance.
In the end this will all disappear and we will slip into ecstasy.
This world and all it's beauty are falling away from us.
Slowly, slowly we are loosing control of ourselves.
Our actions are not ours, we can claim nothing.
We have only Now, and even that is slipping away.
Speak now, or listen now, it does not matter.
We know, or we don't know, but knowing will not help us. Death will not save us.
There is no salvation.
What is there to be saved from?
Perfection, beauty, ecstasy?
We are lost in our own desires. No, there is no salvation, no liberation.
There is no sweet justice.
Only beauty. Only beauty. Only beauty.
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"Come forth from the cloud of unknowing and kiss the cheek of the moon."
and the beauty of it makes me weep
I can take no more of you
I cannot fill myself with deeper emotion
I cannot attempt sacrelige on your behalf
I can only weep.
Sweeping away the thoughts,
I am left with nothing but the music of my existance.
In the end this will all disappear and we will slip into ecstasy.
This world and all it's beauty are falling away from us.
Slowly, slowly we are loosing control of ourselves.
Our actions are not ours, we can claim nothing.
We have only Now, and even that is slipping away.
Speak now, or listen now, it does not matter.
We know, or we don't know, but knowing will not help us. Death will not save us.
There is no salvation.
What is there to be saved from?
Perfection, beauty, ecstasy?
We are lost in our own desires. No, there is no salvation, no liberation.
There is no sweet justice.
Only beauty. Only beauty. Only beauty.
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"Come forth from the cloud of unknowing and kiss the cheek of the moon."
