light is a wave,
there is a music of light
flowers in a field,
it’s a symphony
flowers at home,
it’s chamber music
light is a wave,
we are beings of light
we are a wave, one wave
one song, all of us.
“if you love you are of God,” Dostoevsky wrote
in The Brothers Karamazov
I have many questions:
What to love, who to love, how to love…
love your enemy,
of course. Without fear
give yourself to the hungry tiger
when it comes.
well,
fighting?
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there is a music of light
flowers in a field,
it’s a symphony
flowers at home,
it’s chamber music
light is a wave,
we are beings of light
we are a wave, one wave
one song, all of us.
“if you love you are of God,” Dostoevsky wrote
in The Brothers Karamazov
I have many questions:
What to love, who to love, how to love…
love your enemy,
of course. Without fear
give yourself to the hungry tiger
when it comes.
well,
fighting?
::: ::: :::
[Picture: Circle by reading_is_dangerous]
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//give yourself to the hungry tiger
ReplyDeletewhen it comes.
well,
fighting?//
I think I see what you mean:
by "fighting...?"
I think you are asking the "you"
if she is still fighting
the hungry tiger
that comes