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The Awakening
Whole by Robert R. Ciccolini
Just one more grasp is all you want;
One more teacher, one more jaunt.
One more glass, more tonic
mass deception.
Morning tide won't rub
it off. You dug too deep,
you killed the only
moth left blind
attracted by your
burden.
Now you know
the way to hell
is riddled with
what preachers sell,
it's hallways are
adorned with
sacred burglars.
All your life
you could smell
the misery around
the well, the turd inside
the bell was ringing murder.
Now that you've matured
a bit the litanies
become the grist for
lions in the alters of
your temple.
And you know you
can't go back-
the bridge collapsed
into the gap.
You kneel amidst the
dust there, weeping,
whole.
NOW She picks the song as i enter this topic
"
The Highway ... (a bell rings at the begining)
"
more
put the rest up
Indian Eyes (lyrics to our song by AnnMarie)
Guide me sweet soul my teacher
T o see thru Indian eyes
That while I walk amidst the ruins
I may dance with you in the skies
Quench my thirst by your rolling streams
Let my breath be of mountain air
Harken my ears to only your whisper
That these be of all I may care
Yea, such was my tortured illusion
Behind blindness, I slept with lies
Tho forsaken not, came your embrace
Loving open these Indian eyes
NOW
as i return to this web site and topic..
She picks on a music Channel..
"
Never Let It Go Away
My Love To You
"
... Awake
.
.
google this exact.. "the surround is consciousness"
You are looking..with just functional senses..at Your Soul..
the least of GodCreation. JC said IT this way.. I AM the Light.
Another said.. I AM THAT.