| Posted On: | 2007-08-05 10:24:28 |
All around,
Shadows of reality
Shine in the darkness
Created by the hidden light of silence
Afraid of what is hidden
Afraid of Myself
Afraid of being afraid
Afraid to stop being afraid
Who am I?
Who am I to say
that the thing I see
are some kind of reality?
Who am I to believe
that what you see of me
define the way my eyes should see?
Who am I to make a distinction
between the light and the darkness
when both come from the same sun?
Maybe I'm just emptiness trying to convince itself
that being something is necessary.
Who am I?
Who am I to say that emptiness is nothing, when
I know that it's giving space for things to be.
Who am I really?
Can I really know
while still lost in the shadow of words.
Can I really know
while still lost in the light of words.
We are only away from the source and destination.
Word cover our inner reality to expose only what
our little self is ready to see.
Our little self made of a patch of unrelated words.
Our little self made of a patch of unrelated fear.
Our little self made of a patch of unrelated sorrow.
Our little self patched by itself.
Our little self demolishing part of itself.
I'm I so little. I'm I so mad?
I least I know that i cannot be an illusion.
I created this world so that
I can convince myself that there's a meaning and that
i need to seek a reality in it.
But what if there is a meaning
that isn't meant to be seek.
What if the meaning come to you
on the day you stop seeking it.
On the surface we are fake stone
Under the surface we are fake ruins
Underneath, deep shadows rules like a prison of word
Deep down the silence is waiting
for walls of sorrow to surrender
to the king of life.
