Its the thought that counts
allready i was dreaming of caddilacs, babys
dreams, should i have been more cynical
Am i in the forest
some dreams end up in the junk yard
but scince a question must have an answuer, and i need not be banished to the forest
The physical world must have a physical ansuwer, and the spirit director and champion
i will serve love as best i can
Be faithfull to love, because i know that only he can pour honey into my cup, and that unity has to be stronger than separation to survive, whole
my dna runs too the fountain, and the more ciculation, and, this creates distinguishing features of your persona, the strongest, and due to the situation evolve conciousness of god, the maker of plans, and, what he authorises is desirable and you right hand a faithfull champion, i, not minister
in his proposals, to keep the water clear in the fountain
but the wizard love put me in my place
Molehills, common necesity, a mere joke, superficial
the sea for the coast
the rough from the smooth
like water over a ducks back
no salt, no dna no destiny
No city to get lost in and be part of the boullabaise
At the whim of the muse
more airoplanes please
to restitute passion
all fragments, i offered you a ride through the milky way,
never mind there must be others, in what is a series of fragments,
what is lacking is a plan, a map a universall survey, a path through the jungle, there maybe flowers along the way calling your name
Untill you gat to the green grass of the meadow to the lake where you behold her countenance
the necesity must be satified, the flesh in weak,
in evolytion, the body desires it
We live in a physical world, although we are spiritual that goes up
you may say that we travel from the phisical to the ethereal, over and over
and that, in our imperfection, and in our striving to be in gods presence
although the enterprise of love proposes many contests
the three worlds have a centre in the mist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem