I must have sounded pretty lost and little
I like that: to be a valley
rather than a mountain peak

at first I didn't know who it was
then I recognized you

I guess I can sound many different things
and that makes people a little puzzled
because they always wonder if they met the same person

I can sound a truck, I can sound a flower
very fragil trusting the wind

we are all going on a journey
the journey is the pleasure but the mind is trapped in a destination
eat me this way the end
the poet doesn't realize the journey
he is christian oriented, he is end-oriented
he was told about pain and death and suffering
he was told about love's artificial expectations
he was hurt deeply
and he lived in that poison for many lives

suddenly the poet realizes that the real joy is the journey
that only now he has a chance to understand why he was suffering
before there wasn't a chance to understand because the root was poisoned
the flower could not grow healthy, it always wilted
the seed is good but the culture and the religion - concrete and tar - create unnatural obstacles to the seed

but if we give the seed back to the soil, the water and the wind, its natural environment,
the seed will recognize itself in beauty surroundings,
the seed will feel an immense impulse to sprout



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PtPZGj03oAc



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