Moon Child
As I lay down under a tree
In Jungian land,
The immensely powerful Sun God
Warms the legs stretched to Him.
A beer on my left side,
Grass on the other,
Writing words in a Summer's afternoon,
Delighting myself in honey,
The sweetness of nothingness,
"The unbearable lightness of being"
As the Great Kundera penciled.
Oh Kundera, it is not unbearable,
It is Godspeed.
Wandering through the Night, Dancing with the madness hours, I blow wishes of a magical knight. Seeing the sound, Listening to faces I saw my past lovers In old guitars speaking to me. Take him as he’
By undressing the layers that were placed on me, through the collective (society) and individuals,I get in touch with my soul. By undressing me from my country and my family I can travel freely to whe
Today I went to the park And I missed you. I saw a helicopter, I missed the moon gazing I miss you I missed you. I smile at the memory of you The wind brings you to me I miss you I missed you. When th