Saturday, April 08, 2006

ONE HELL OF A SAMVEGA

I came to you at my weakest blinded by my own suffering,
Confused and lost in my own fear never had I been falling,
So far from the light my samvega flash,
Couldn’t have come any
sooner or left a deeper gash,
Left me desperate and weak there were only two choices,
Of which there was no return but I had to stop the voices,
Otherwise I wouldn’t be here today with you all,
So I had to pick myself up out of this state and make that call,
Get in my car and drive, drive and drive through the panic I had to weave.
I’d had enough of the sleepless, dinnerless days I had to leave,
No direction again until I landed upon your garden,
So serene it was small and not that beautiful my mind had been hardened,
But it was beautiful to be in any way without any sense of what to say
It didn’t matter you already knew what had to be done and since that day,
I have never strayed from the path though some parts took a little longer,
Than was necessary but now I know what needs to be done I’m so much stronger,
My sorrow now turns to you, who have a different view,
And all those who are still confused and lost,
But I know soon you to will know the path there is no cost,
If you ask I will hold your hand,
Or even the other side of the world I will stand,
What ever you ask what ever you need,
Will be done if you ask to sow the seed,
That will be the only step you have to take alone,
The rest can be as much a party as you wish or alone on the phone
.

1 comment:

Alex said...

The Second Lady is another word for God. Some of my postings have argued that God is actually a woman although I realize that God can be anything she / he / it wants to be. This theory was dreamed up before I read the DaVinci Code. I also posted somewhere that Judias was essentially to Jesus' resurrection which was posted long before I the Gospel of Judias was mentioned in the popular press.

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