This is for everybody who has ever been in love. No matter how hard you try to act, we all walked in them shoes. Once it was gone, you had to figure a way out
I use to think meeting someone like you was impossible, but five minutes of time led me to needing lots of you. Didn’t really know what to expect once I met with you, how was it so easy to automatically connect with you; kept it true, with you. Your conversation was helping me. Even though you knew my discrepancies, you accepted me; wondered if you could ever be. It was just crazy, physically was miles apart, mentally we touched daily. Compatibility and chemistry was real again, it was a hole in my life and you filled it in; the more I talked to you the more the I was feeling’ distances; actually care about my thoughts and was willing to listen; felt something when I first seen her everything was perfect on her looks to her demeanor even though I wasn’t with you, I was no longer alone; can’t believe I found a person like you
Whenever a new day would begin; I’d hear your voice and I’d be like a 7th grader again; now I’m outta the picture, I wish I could come get ya, I miss jumping in and riding shotgun with ya; no fusing and arguing just having a blast; you gave me the peace of mind I never had in the past; it was hard when you use to ask if we would be permanent ,but my situation was too complex to determine it, and even though our situation has grown, through the duration; I was grateful for the patience you shown every minute spent together was consistently good; you use to say lets run away, I’d say I wish that we could and I really did, but somehow when we begun, for you to walk out my life, I knew that moment would come and believe me I would understand, ‘cause no one in their right mind would never wait a whole lifetime
Feeling bad I’m wrong hard to leave you alone, missing you when we apart, thinking about that usher song, when you said you loved me I wondered when it would dissolve, expectations change when you get feelings involved; I’m locked in, still certain questions popped in; if we were so happy together how come we not then; both of us did things to cause the other pain; still it’s hard to picture you driving in another lane; I knew its selfish but losing you is optional; the feelings I got for you, is friendship even possible; I guess it is, ‘cause after we stall, I’d rather have you as a friend then not have you at all; and over time we can let go and be fine; deep down I knew you weren’t totally mine; and I wasn’t totally yours, so you did what you felt you had to do; now I gotta moved on minus you
‘now I’m tripping cause your gone away, everything we ever had or we ever did, just gone away, use to be happy with you, now every day’s a lonely day, nothing is the same now that I realize you were ,gone away
Maybe in another time, another place; another dimension, another space; I can see your lovely face
Did you ever read about a frog
who dreamed of bein’ a king
&& then became one?
Well except for the names
&& a few other changes,
If you talk about me;;
The story’s the same one
But I got an emptiness deep inside
& I’ve tried…
But it won’t let me go
You will find that the Zen people are quite divided on this. They will say, “No we don’t believe literally in reincarnation. That after your funeral, you will suddenly become somebody different, living somewhere else.” They will say, “Reincarnation means this: that if you sitting here now are really convinced that you’re the same person who walked in at the door half an hour ago, you’re being reincarnated. If you’re liberated, you’ll understand that you’re not. The past doesn’t exist. The future doesn’t exist. There is only the present and that’s the only real you that there is.” The Zen master Dogen put it this way, he said “Spring does not become the summer. First there is spring and then there is summer,” each season stays in its own place and so in the same way the you of yesterday does not become the you of today. T.S. Elliot has the same idea in his poem “The Four Quartets” where he says, “When you settle down in the train to read your newspaper…you are not the same person who left the station.”
If you think you are, you are linking your moments up in a chain, and this is what binds you to the wheel of birth and death. But when you know that every moment in which you are is the only moment, this comes into Zen—a master will say to somebody “Get up and walk across the room!” and he comes back and the master says “Where are your footprints?” They’ve gone. So where are you? Who are you?
When we’re asked who we are, we usually give a kind of recitation of a history, “Well I’m so and so, I was given this name by my parents, I’ve been to such and such a college, I’ve done these things in my profession” and I produce a little biography. Buddha says forget it. That’s not you, that’s just some story. That’s all gone, that’s all passed. I want to see the real you! Who you are now! Well nobody knows who that is, you see? Because we don’t know ourselves except through listening to our own echoes, and consulting our memories. But then there’s a real you, and that again leads us back to this question: Who are you?"
- Alan Watts (via pseudobollocks)
An ocean, a rainforest, the human body, are all co-operatives. The redwood tree doesn’t take all the soil and nutrients, just what it needs to grow. A lion doesn’t kill every gazelle, just one.
We have a term for something in the body when it takes more than its share, we call it