To miss the point
To miss the point
A tabula rasa you were born
A slate all pure and clean
Until the world gets hold of you
And paints on you its scene
Then caught within your many fears
You try to run away
Never ever being here
Just living for the next day.
You look for love, you search for wealth
You try to reach for power
You never see what’s in your soul
You never see the flower
That well might bloom within your heart
If you turned and looked within
You’re caught within the energy
Of all life’s crazy din.
And so you live until you die
A source of misery
So caught within your many thoughts
You miss your mystery
And when that day does come along
That you pass to the other side
You’ll never know the joy at all
Of heart that’s opened wide.
29 April 2014 @ 1007hrs.
