The prince does not want to pay attention, the princess does not paying any attention, we are not listening...., why do not I just....?
we have two limited eyes and one an unlimited third eye....
the beautiful garden stands between us and our souls, and we are stuck there, at this place...., we do not want to change the view, we are happy with what our 2 eyes can see...
no one can take my load...
there is no one who can handle it
and I can not carry any other load
except the one with my name
we have been waiting for so long
for a prophet
a Messiah
a Joseph
a saviour
waiting for any one from the other side
to help us to understand
the meaning of this living
why?
why and why?
for some hell has come
the prophesies have been fulfilled
we live in heaven...
yes we do
who is the Guru?
where is he now?
where is she?
how much they want me to pay them?
I do not know....
why do not I...
....just....?
the garden is there
and I am not free
the slave is expecting his freedom
to be given back to him as a gift
sometimes....
I do not understand my thought
MY heart...
it is in my heart
I look to the back
there I can see my heart
my holy temple
I can touch it with my finger...
and listen to it
where is the Guru?
I see no Guru except...
U.
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