Ooooooh, the road is ong (meant to be 'long' but I will keep that mis-type) the river is wide, who will I be on the other side~ I try to be true, but what can I do ~ when I keep getting pulled by the tide.
I try to be true, but what can I do ~ when I keep getting pulled by the tide...... nice little lyrics, a little counryish/love/folkie song I wrote last year. Questions!! I try! What can I do? I keep getting pulled, this and way and that, this passion, that failure, this desire, that fear! Oh, all the directions, a rip current spinning me/us until we are exhausted......
How about......I AM true, I KNOW what to do, I USE the force of the tides, of cycles, of strength, creativity. Instead of asking, asking, asking so many questions......maybe just listen. Hum, listen to the sound resounding inside your head. Where else do your feel it? Stop humming, feel the buzz of the silence. That buzzy silence is a pretty spectacular sort of place...full of all the answers to the questions your never thought of asking. The truth, the juicy stuff beyond the ceiling you've put over your head. Mmmmmmm, can you imagine?
Okay, so "the road is ONG" ......what we accidentally write can tell us immeasurable things.
ONG ~ Creator "The universe is in a constant state of ONG. You are constantly being created, moment to moment, as is the universe"
So, I guess the road IS ong........
I try to be true, but what can I do ~ when I keep getting pulled by the tide...... nice little lyrics, a little counryish/love/folkie song I wrote last year. Questions!! I try! What can I do? I keep getting pulled, this and way and that, this passion, that failure, this desire, that fear! Oh, all the directions, a rip current spinning me/us until we are exhausted......
How about......I AM true, I KNOW what to do, I USE the force of the tides, of cycles, of strength, creativity. Instead of asking, asking, asking so many questions......maybe just listen. Hum, listen to the sound resounding inside your head. Where else do your feel it? Stop humming, feel the buzz of the silence. That buzzy silence is a pretty spectacular sort of place...full of all the answers to the questions your never thought of asking. The truth, the juicy stuff beyond the ceiling you've put over your head. Mmmmmmm, can you imagine?
Okay, so "the road is ONG" ......what we accidentally write can tell us immeasurable things.
ONG ~ Creator "The universe is in a constant state of ONG. You are constantly being created, moment to moment, as is the universe"
So, I guess the road IS ong........
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