Listen to the light.
~~~It knows best.
~~~~~It grows into the vortex.
~~~~~~~It does not resist.
~~~It knows best.
~~~~~It grows into the vortex.
~~~~~~~It does not resist.
Greetings from the far side of sanity. Welcome . . . to a world of poetry, creative nonfiction, and occasional fiction as told by James Eric Watkins. And sometimes, I post the lyrics to a song that strikes me as having a message that needs to be shared.
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And the iguanas dance in the desert/a thousand miles away from this place/and this face: stoned immaculate.
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The words jump out as if they are
3D.
"Listen to the light"
I am now, and I think I always have.
I find you interesting. Jim Morrison fan?
Becky, I noticed that too, the 3D effect that the blue words against the blackground projects. And as for the light, I know that you are, listening that is, and have always. That emanates from you, from your energy. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I appreciate you, who you are and how you move through life, and for just being around. As you know, your friendship means a great deal to me. Thank you.
Sassy. I like that. Thank you, very much indeed, for your interest in this half-crazed poetic man whom I have evolved into over a number of years. But, like a friend once said to me, “You’re crazy. Of that there is no doubt. But it’s a good kind of crazy.”
Alright.....the “of that there is no doubt” was a bit of an embellishment (as in it was never said). But you get the point. And it sounds much better that way, doesn’t it? And yes, yeas I do have a great deal of admiration for The Lizard King. And of that, for sure, there is no doubt.
Be well. Mind. Body. And Soul
I too am a fan of The Lizard King =)
Thank you
Vortex is in my top three favorite words. Thinking about what the other two would be...
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