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What are you waiting for?
if i came to your borders
way worn and needing the touch of the earth
would you call me "Pirate" and point towards the sea?
Sometimes when i can no longer howl, I point desperately at the moon.
I have been to places where they stamp the inside of your head instead of
your passport.
once upon a time there was a time
of becomings and goings
Sometimes I feel a wierd strangeness
Sometimes I feel a strange wierdness
Sometimes I feel
And sometimes I don't.
I want to travel through a hole in the wind
And come back transformed
In Lightened
My old cloaks of pain shed like old skins
With no where else to live but the Holy Eternal Now
Where God waits for us to come to Him.
In a place where love has no opposite
Where ego is replaced by essence
Where our blessings are kept
A new cloak, made only of Light
That makes us remember and forget and remember
That we all have a little bit of each other
A common grain of space dust
that connects us
When we howl or point or cry lonely or fuck while laughing
Underneath all that
The essence of our existence.
Space dust, suffering and a hole in the wind where the Light is.
