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Downtown Pittsburgh......
Originally uploaded by Z!@
The Quest and Question
Among the greatest wisdom of the ages,
the quest,
the question,
the countless searching for an answer,
for the confident and unrepentant knowing
of when to hold on
and when to let go.
the quest,
the question,
the countless searching for an answer,
for the confident and unrepentant knowing
of when to hold on
and when to let go.
Wisdom and Nostalgia
It seems I've recently fallen fast and curious
into an age of my own nostalgia,
of life's fresh firsts,
and the promise of endless tomorrows,
of brilliant possibilities
and enigmatic idealism,
my heart so often fondly longing...
and only the wisdom of experience knowing better brings me back to myself, now.
into an age of my own nostalgia,
of life's fresh firsts,
and the promise of endless tomorrows,
of brilliant possibilities
and enigmatic idealism,
my heart so often fondly longing...
and only the wisdom of experience knowing better brings me back to myself, now.
Circle Round
Does it seem like my thoughts are circling round,
circling round,
echoing back and bouncing around
inside the hollows of a mind
that seems to keep having thoughts that circle round?
circling round,
echoing back and bouncing around
inside the hollows of a mind
that seems to keep having thoughts that circle round?
Traffic Jam Inside My Mind
So much noise and confusion
The traffic of my thoughts rushing
The tragedy of my ego crushing
I sometimes fear for my own understanding.
Circling concrete cloverleafs rising
I’m lost to direction wandering
Chanced with a life of squandering
I sometimes fear for the gifts I’ve been given.
Blurring speed and accidents
The cost of my own being
The truth I haven’t been seeing
I sometimes fear for my purpose.
The traffic of my thoughts rushing
The tragedy of my ego crushing
I sometimes fear for my own understanding.
Circling concrete cloverleafs rising
I’m lost to direction wandering
Chanced with a life of squandering
I sometimes fear for the gifts I’ve been given.
Blurring speed and accidents
The cost of my own being
The truth I haven’t been seeing
I sometimes fear for my purpose.
This Space I Am
I lay humble beneath the majestic canopy of a million stars
The vast darkness blanketing my still and silent form,
My smile a mere silhouette in the moonlight that bathes me,
My eyes hopelessly lost in the eternal possibility of galaxies beyond my perception
Feeling the smallness of this space I am.
The vast darkness blanketing my still and silent form,
My smile a mere silhouette in the moonlight that bathes me,
My eyes hopelessly lost in the eternal possibility of galaxies beyond my perception
Feeling the smallness of this space I am.
Action in Kind
Righteous in justice
Foolish in prayer
The only right is that which you expect with action in kind
Foolish in prayer
The only right is that which you expect with action in kind
The Light that I Knew
Unwillingly initiated into the knowing
I awoke to the stirrings of my soul longing
Fire in my chest and ashen feet stumbling
Dirty tears blurring the darkness
Frantically scraping and scratching
Trying to break free the light that I knew was there somewhere
I awoke to the stirrings of my soul longing
Fire in my chest and ashen feet stumbling
Dirty tears blurring the darkness
Frantically scraping and scratching
Trying to break free the light that I knew was there somewhere
The little light
The little light of my life's purpose has been sometimes dimmed by my own constant doing and not human being...
The cost
If the cost of your behavior does not exceed the account of your personality, you'll never change.
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