When I am silent when words should be spoken A thousand lies is born
When I am silent when words should be spoken This silence is not of truth
How can I sail with this baggage?
That which flees from its own projection That type of quietness.... is hollowly hard to touch
Nothing grows in this bunk
And I love the whole boat – this blessed space The same that shines from the sea
Better to weather the chaos and currents To be on deck and be drained in the rain To be hoarsely harassed by the wind To be coarsely caressed by the sprays
The sun is already drying me later I know – since my heart is my life-vest
Come – help me tie the rudder Say the words!
Let the ocean captain the course Don’t flee the flogging storm
That is akin to shunning the sun It's the sun that attracted the clouds to begin with
Where would I go? I am everywhere I love the storm and stillness equally
Great pain is a glorious gift The eye of the hurricane inside it I rest as this eye The pain is of the body It has nothing to do with me
Nothing is wrong
Though I am bleeding I adore that which shines That which heals my heart only when it is breaking
Say the words
Posted - Dec 06 2008 : 07:01:08 AM
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