I could form a garden from the wind
Make it stay for your enjoyment
Then turn it back again
If I were inside you
If I were inside you
I would not move
It seems so slow
But you would move
I know
Heaven and Earth
You would be the gate
And they would be the same
Flaming letters would write your name
Upon every living thing
If I were inside you
If I were inside you
I would expand
Till you could not contain
Thunder would break the sky
And lightening would flash
There would be rain
If I were inside you
If I were inside you
The door of everything
Would open
And we would rock upon the water
Till the sea gave up the dead
The fire in my heart
Would be the sunlight in my head
If I were inside you
If I were inside you
Every pore upon your skin
Would open into rainbows
That would tremble and dissolve
Over and over again
If I were inside you
If I were inside you
Because you let me in
I would fold my tent forever
Hell would curl up at your feet
And go to sleep
And I would never leave again
If I were inside you
Friday, November 7, 2008
If I were Inside You
Patrick Willis narrates:
Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 22:23
7 comments:
I can hardly conjure a compliment that i feel is sufficient in showing my gratitude to someone who shares with me something beautiful. So, good job Les, good job.
Hey Les, I felt like a leaf being swept along by a breeze. Very nice.
a beautiful ode to be sure...
your consort is blessed.
You are a master among us in these times. Someday far from now archaeologists will unearth your works and come to know love is eternal, that no matter what cruelty and under what bizzare circumstances people existed, there was and is always love.
I would have called all you have written in the last few mirrors--origami--petri--disjointed but I am seeing a synchronicity that may or may not be there--but is there none the les. Something is flowering as we head into winter--I won't, and can't describe it--I'll just enjoy it.
Jj
Thank you for the inspiration to wake much love :-) namaste
Ty Ty Ty much love:-)
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