Thursday, May 6, 2010
What decides our aware presence in what really matters?
At times, my life, is opening up its eyes in the dark.
And my heart beats in its midst
I have a sense inside of me, as if a crowd is coming through the streets,
They swarms forward in blindness and concern, on their way to a miracle,
As I remain standing, invisible,
At the edge of the world,
Far out at sea, on a barren island.
What is determine the value of our presence here,
From time to time of the edge of life.
May it be that, that my heart is beating
May, it be while my heart still beating.
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