 Nova Love lives byonder the mountains.
Never stop playing At such an early age they weave illusions into your mind GROW UP! What is growing up? Planting your roots deep into the soil, rising firm and proud Stretching the rays of light inside the center of our beings Blossoming Light that unfolds into the shadow of delicate wildflowers Spiraling inwards and outwards But...they tell us NO! THESE are child games THESE are young adult games THESE are adult games THIS is the rest of your life This sick game perpetuating itself by stars that are lost... and burned out They tell us what dreams are Goals are March like drones to the beurocratic beat These bodies they grow old Our lives are spent obsessing over Images. Ideas. Illusions. Waking up to a life with a manual SEARCHING Searching searching for the spiritual What IS this thing inside my body? Beyond my mind? I feel it swell in my chest and burn electric in my eyes recognizing this in other eyes But i search for it Drowning in a trash city sea (breathe) So these bodies grow old. In this throw away society, we dont want to be reminded of things that are.... EW old! After years of sitting in boxes. Mobile boxes. Home boxes. Work boxes. Joints and arteries have grown stiff. There has been no playing for years Inside boxes... watching boxes It's been so long, it hurts to play There's even big boxes where groups of old used bodies all gather together Sit in solidarity. Sometimes alone. Forgotten. But NEVER forgetting. Sitting in the corner, remembering the smiles. The tears. The laughter. Watching children play Remembering the GOOD OLE DAYS! Tired bodies with tired minds Interesting enough, there's still this twinkle in their eyes. Still SHINING after all these years Growing ever closer to being free Back in the sky Silently (exploding) In Love surrounded with Family
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