You came running to me
Why this rush lady?
A friend of mine is lost in Upanishads. And I ask him what is the truth? "That is for you to figure out".
These plain rocks which take in the sea. Of them, I sit on one and take the lashing. It felt really good. Now I am back to the city.
I am looking deep down. I slide in a rope to bring out the creative me. And I fear it will be the same 20 years down. The rope still left in the dark and I find myself with no energy to hold it.
"I woke to the sound of drums
The music played, the morning sun streamed in
I turned and I looked at you
And all but the bitter residue slipped away...slipped away" - A Great Day for Freedom
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