I've wandered more now a hung moon, little lullabies in winter for a cozy cool but remember back climbing that secret hill sweet light of day! these empty cups, these crazy tea gangs I had reached in and found camp, a rastafarian's bag, hope! Benevolent universe that is these well planted streeted give me an organ and I'll run home to you lying by the bed playing your games of pyramid checkers oragne light and birch tre songs from a crow on sliced bread how different we must appear now to the thousand things we nudge on in days But now I am alon this whole world, confetti? bring every soul to me, I have a message from the old lady down the street she says grateful I was grateful we should meet jags purple kid dream leaving this endless mat grass and root wear jokes laughing over chili and rustic beer on the way to paradise Amsterdam, India, Nirvana
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this is a prayer here praying all suffering ends praying all understand praying for love
Lamaj Tsae
Posted - Jan 02 2009 : 02:54:02 AM
