16. Mai 2017

A saucerful of lyrics

Tiri-li, my new-old lyrics:


Thinking heart


What should I evaluate, assess…
What should I judge
that has not already condemned me?

Silent like the grass on the hillside
in sunlight - not wind.
Only a drop of past snowmelt
tends it - to me?

Can I be quiet, can I listen?
Do you tend - to me?

Thoughts are flying to me wordlessly,
lack of thoughts.

Trust follows mistrust - or vice versa?
Who is protected by secrets?

As invisible as the goddess with her three faces,
which are one veil divine one.
None of these can I really see,
but three aspects glimpse my ancient eyes:

Blossom brightness
Lively warmness
Deadly secrets


Who benefits from secrets?

What should I understand, learn…
What should I recognize
that has not recognized me already?

Am I as empty as the space which exists only
because I am in it - my breathing space?
Only that endless waiting
limits it - not walls.

And yet I will perceive,
as hence it never won't be determined for no one
not to look for -
and because it can be found:
Thy self!



And that should be accompanied with that new-old-Sound on a Stratocaster like this:

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