Sep 012013
 

I hear the laughter faintly in the backround

Of the hustle and the bustle

Sweet loving laughter that seems to say

Sweet child, why tarry in this place?

When love stands right in front of you

Oh silly child, let go of your reality

And join the Real one.

All you have to do is let go.

Don’t worry

I’ll catch you.

My arms are swift and strong

You think you’ve seen great ball playing

Wait until you open your eyes

And see how easily I catch you

No matter how hard you try to avoid me.

 

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