I am using a friend's computer, so I am tentatively in the Twentieth Century again. HooHoo!!
When you look at a thing
Can you see behind it?
With closed eyes
can you, still,
Find it?
When you touch a thing
can you feel it's smell
Tell, what it might bring
What song it might sing?
When you hear a sound
Can you sense what you have found
The secret name it bears
The hidden words it shares?
Can you wander lost
Meander like a stream
Can you pay the cost
Of living your own dream?
Can you see the thing that grew
Inside yourself, that's true
Give everything away
Begin again a brand new day?
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
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About Me
- roberto kiam borderlineartist@gmail.com
- I live in a quaint, little town, plagued with the specter of speculation and commerce. I am trailer trash,with wishes for good dishes. I shoulda died long ago, but like a rescue dog, didn't. I am indescribably scattered. I speak three languages. I walk a tenuously, true path. I am lucky. For myself, for others. God, it is said, protects orphans, widows and the innocent.