

TerminusWhy does the Dalai Lama smile and laugh? When does he feel the pain of everyone? Is it at night, when he travels in our dreams, To see where we have been and all the unique And beautiful things weve seen, Is it when he bathes, or has his head shaved, is It when he prays, because hes not meant to feel Anything when he prays, if I could ask, Why he always laughs, I would probably laugh, And he can ask himself every day! He knowsTerminus
The secrets of our fate, perhaps thats
Because he constantly prays, we are all destined to be Eternally loving our selfish self


There is no greater feelingBetwixt and Between, straddling the fence A words stuck halfway between your mouth and your arse, (The media, to mediate, to meditate, up above fate In the centre of a heart, amidst the extent and the start,There is no greater feeling
We shall sit, and there is nowhere else we could ever have been, And there is nowhere else we would rather be Than where we will always be
And this is nowhere, and this is now And we are nothing, but it feels like everything, And thats what counts.
A world awaits your eyes fixate betwixt the simile and the noun
In the heavens, in the void,


A BeginningMake every line make them gasp Make every word a heart attackA Beginning
I can feel that mantra, more than my skin. Beginning would be to assume there was a place for me to begin.
I bathe in bright truth true only to me. As ashes escape an urn, I release every word. I hear each str
I would of course love to prepare a package for your music, yes siree.
thanks for the postcard from the afterlife.
samuel.
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