John Bauer, The three Norns and the key
Around the middle of the 1980's I stepped out of the straitjacket of romanticized love and one-dimensional thinking, questionmarking big words: Love? Woman? WorldWord?
A turn of the key
And the door is pushed open, now...
What I wanted was love
Not an imitation
We're heading for a fall...
And the door is pushed open, now...
What I wanted was love
Not an imitation
We're heading for a fall...
And you do get what you QUESTion.
And you do fall into and through the mark.
The way of love is not a subtle argument.
The door there is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
The door there is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling,
they are given wings.
They fall, and falling,
they are given wings.
Rumi
And I fell.
I fell from a great height
Scrambling with myth and light
Surrendered to a dream
That was absolutely right
Scrambling with myth and light
Surrendered to a dream
That was absolutely right
Children of unknown generation
Refusing to be buried alive
...
But at least our souls have never been sold
...
But at least our souls have never been sold
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