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...curse my name, be it thy will,
for wasting my time. There is little hope in the word 'Freedom' and NOTHING else ...Toffears ...that from the rain
upon which my country has fallen, I roam, free from all nationhood, but the same ...Toffears ...forgive your name
from that of which you were born... How such a landscape be ruined by those who made history. How such a beauty become scarred and yet, not forgotten ...Toffears "...when is the last time you felt free?"
asked the warden to the prisionner. ...yesterday, when I wrote it ...Toffears ...one man's thoughts
are always wrong when all Hopes face the Trials of Disbelief ...Toffears ...an illusion
once created by the Soul in hunger for theatre and gold... Eternal for one night only ...Toffears ...under the same Moon,
under the same Sky, we allow ourselves to Say and be-LIE-ve: In our Dreams, we are Free ...Toffears ...I conceived myself
on a Full Moon Night, between the Summits of the Alpine peeks and the Lakes of Reflected Light ...the Bell struck ONE ...Toffears ...there is nothing but Silence at this Hour
and I do not know where it comes from The windows are open, but for a Western breeze ...Toffears ...there is nothing to save in this scene,
we are just an Illusion lost in a dream ...Toffears ...so close to the pavement
on this early morning snow, I rode against the current of a river I had always known. A drop of water lost in a blue ocean ...Toffears ...the rain rythms on my window
with no pattern and no Time in the change. You were always a Dreamer, always a fiction writer, walking in Circles as if you had four corners to your map... ...Toffears ...the results remained sealed,
the letter unread. ...the Spiral became Circle I left for the Himalayas, never to return ...Toffears ...on theThird day,
I gave up all hope. I saw the Outside, the Otherside, and the Mirror broke ...Toffears ...unaware
meditation immersed and single... No necklace to the border shall drag me to the shore Silence unobtrusive wordless upon the waves If Time is my escape I will be caught again ...some day Mirrors be my prison the Wardens speak to tell ...a cross, a tree, a star or a moon or a river ...this is my choice ...I am to be... ...Toffears ...there was a voice in the Night Cloud
far beyond the church, where we waited for Her answer. Through the crowds, lost among the clutter and calls from sellers and beggars, rang the bells beneath the weather and no moon. We parted as we came. ...Toffears ...moving to the sound of Silence,
moving to the Unconscious Beat, tossing and turning with neither knowledge nor memory... Dancing in my sleep ...Toffears ...her eyes were Birth to guide me.
Of lighten grey and pale green, one would watch me sleeping and the other, catch my dream ...Toffears |
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