---------- Paris hey everyone, not sure if u rememeber me but I wrote a few comments some months ago on this site.......... I adore Ptaah will all my heart. Anyway, I wanted to share a poem i just wrote. Much move, merry christmas............
There is no intrinsic meaning here Other than that which we assign At last! The true meaning of love, unconditional love
You go about attempting to experience this idea or that, in great depth Then you wonder why you always end up where you started
That feeling inside, that you say is ripping you apart- An unending loop of your own magical creation
Where does it end? Where does it end? It doesn’t end! It doesn’t end! Nor does it begin Of course, you say, of course How else could you be writing this
Ah the simple life The sound of gravel on cardboard has transported me to heaven
I’m a silhouette in a forest at dawn My feet are in the sky My hands hold the core of the earth in place
All is perfect All is illusion And I’m happy beyond my wildest imaginings!
