I wanted you to know That I love the way you laugh I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away I keep your photograph And I know it serves me well I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome And I don’t wanna feel right when you’re gone away
Youve gone away You don’t feel me here anymore
The worst is over now And we can breathe again I wanna hold you high and steal my pain away There’s so much left to learn And no one left to fight I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open And I don’t feel like I am strong enough ‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open And I don’t feel like I am strong enough ‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away
(Instrumental)
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open And I don’t feel like I am strong enough ‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open And I don’t feel like I am strong enough ‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away
“ what, you ask, was the beginning of it all?
And it is this …
Existence that multiplied itself for sheer delight of being
And plunged into numberless trillions of forms
So that it might
find itself
innumerably.
Sri Aurobindo
- I don’t have the words to say how I feel about all the horrors of the bushfires in Victoria that have been and are still being afflicted not only on the people who live there but also the animals except that my heart aches and sometimes I can’t stop the tears in my eyes from falling … especially especially for all the animals who lived there that had no chance to escape …
when I designed this fractal what I saw were koalas rising above the devastation below … there must be a heaven for these poor creatures .. little angel koalas …
please please open your heart and do whatever you can to help our animal cousins
“ No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were. Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee…
John Donne, Meditation 17, Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
