Find the real world, give it endlessly away
Grow rich, fling gold to all who ask
Live at the empty heart of Paradox
I’ll dance there with you, cheek to cheek.
~
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
How blind that was.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
~
Out beyond the ideas of wrong-doing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When
the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too
full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the
phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.
~
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea
my soul is from elsewhere, and I am sure of that, and I intend to end up there.
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