I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way
"In the post-meditative experience become a child of illusion" is a slogan from the Tibetan mind training tradition. We engage the world as we experience it all the while realizing that reality is not as it seems to be.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
"Beneath the stains of time"
Dear readers,
I want to tell you about a music video I found over on Nan's blog. It's simply called "Hurt" and it's sung by Johnny Cash toward the end of his life. I can't give you the actual video here because the embedding has been disabled but I promise you most assuredly that you will not regret clicking through to listen and watch. The visuals at the very end are evocative and powerful. I don't think I will ever forget them.
Here are the lyrics:
Let us find a way, dear people. A way of not selling ourselves down the river. And let us find a way to remain in a place of compassion for all those who are, indeed, so very hurt.
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