"At dawn my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.
Half of what I say is meaningless, but I say it just to reach you
For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart. There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length. And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly.
The universe is just a guessed, blind measurement of your inner infinity
Every morning we should jump out of bed like joyful immortal lions, free of fear and full of a love for life...
Now I have loved some ladies, and I have loved Jim Beam, and they both tried to kill me back in 1973
Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile
Adults are children who don't dream anymore.
My beating heart is the anchor to a ship so warm
Through the darkness of future past
The magican longs to see
One chance out between two worlds:
Fire walk with me"
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