Where has it gone,
all the light that was shone,
by my ancestors upon me.
Why can't I think,
deep Thoughts, on the brink
they stay, just the surface I can see.
Has narcissism taken,
why, why am I forsaken?
I can't see, oh I can't behold!
The light I see is but a sea of gold,
for which my soul I sold.
all the light that was shone,
by my ancestors upon me.
Why can't I think,
deep Thoughts, on the brink
they stay, just the surface I can see.
Has narcissism taken,
why, why am I forsaken?
I can't see, oh I can't behold!
The light I see is but a sea of gold,
for which my soul I sold.
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lovely..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteA testing and questioning hath been all my travelling -
ReplyDeleteand verily, one must also learn to answer such questioning!
That, however, is my taste -
Neither a good or bad taste, but my taste,
of which i have no longer either shame or secrecy.
'this - is now my way. Where is yours?'
Thus did i answer those who asked me 'the way'.
For the way - it doth not exist!
Thus spake Rochana.
above one is from the essay 'The Spirit of Gravity'....from the book Thus Spake Zarathustra !!!!!
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