Ask me anything
Starblood (Live on MTV)
Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize ‘The stars are words’ and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.
There is truth, my boy. But the doctrine you desire, absolute, perfect dogma that alone provides wisdom, does not exist. Nor should you long for a perfect doctrine, my friend. Rather, you should long for the perfection of yourself. The deity is within you, not in ideas and books. Truth is lived, not taught.
“ The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. ”
our days filled with glittering sand
burning afternoon sun
our nights made of
bright shining stars
red ripe moon
we dance through this time of colors
lights, scents, sounds
we move in the same rhythm
your diamond skin hair painted gold by the sun
the black of your eyes swelling full like the moon radiant piercing me
you are where it all comes together
wasn’t it you who said it
it was me who agreed
agreed, i believe so,
so what is this “how are you”
you know don’t you
you ask me and I, well, I
I tell you how I am
am I just another passing smile on your lips
lips that sweetly drop these cruel things
things have passed now, changed
changed like the seasons that took you back
back against back we must stand
stand still and then start walking on by
by those raindrops that fall
fall is like that spring was as heavy with clouds
clouds rise and then drop
drop you did me already once
once, after that long night in the rain
rain on our skin
skin against skin in the night
night morning day and then night again
again you go
go and tell me this is it, it’s nothing
nothing to be done, i want to do nothing about it
and i saw my mother
who was the earth
as i grew from her
of her my roots draw life.
she smiles now
with her web of energy
and i coil in her lap.
her stories are ancient
and speak of trees
and the wind,
and the trees and the wind
speak of her.
and i dream
the same dreams
as the earth.
as the trees.
as the wind.