Before you slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another kiss
Another flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss

The days are bright and filled with pain
Enclose me in your gentle rain
The time you ran was too insane
We'll meet again, we'll meet again

Oh tell me where your freedom lies
The streets are fields that never die
Deliver me from reasons why
You'd rather cry, I'd rather fly

The crystal ship is being filled
A thousand girls, a thousand thrills
A million ways to spend your time
When we get back, I'll drop a line


 The Doors – The Crystal Ship

Ja visst gör det ont

Ja visst gör det ont när knoppar brister.
Varför skulle annars våren tveka?
Varför skulle all vår heta längtan  
bindas i det frusna bitterbleka?
Höljet var ju knoppen hela vintern.
Vad är det för nytt, som tär och spränger?
Ja visst gör det ont när knoppar brister,
ont för det som växer
                              och det som stänger.

Ja nog är det svårt när droppar faller.
Skälvande av ängslan tungt de hänger,
klamrar sig vid kvisten, sväller, glider  -
tyngden drar dem neråt, hur de klänger.
Svårt att vara oviss, rädd och delad,
svårt att känna djupet dra och kalla,
ändå sitta kvar och bara darra  -
svårt att vilja stanna
                              och vilja falla.

Då, när det är värst och inget hjälper,
Brister som i jubel trädets knoppar.
Då, när ingen rädsla längre håller,
faller i ett glitter kvistens droppar
glömmer att de skrämdes av det nya
glömmer att de ängslades för färden  -
känner en sekund sin största trygghet,
vilar i den tillit
                              som skapar världen.

Karin Boye

Doors

"If the doors of perception were cleansed 

everything would appear to a man as it is, Infinite.
For man has closed himself up,

till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern"

William Blake

The process; desert and fire

And life was a process of putting one's hand in the fire again.
You who believe only what is seen and see only what is visible.
Love is waiting now where she has always been.That vast and
silent landscape of the soul.When you burn you do not become
ashes and dust. You become fire.

U2 - In god's country

Choose Life

My Valentine

Goethe

"none are more hopelessly enslaved than 

those who falsely believe they are free" /Goethe

Theme Lullaby from Twilight 

Pearl Jam - Given to fly

My head lives in my heart

My head lives in my heart...

Never see's daylight at all...

and just as well...the few times it has surfaced it simply broke down...

There are no garages for broken heads haha!

- Best place for it!
You'll get everywhere quicker with your heart at the wheel.
Tell a tale at the crossroads and
flip a coin...heads will spin, but hearts you win.

Across the Universe

"The Universe is
very, very big. It also loves a paradox.For example, it has some extremely strict rules.
Rule number one: Nothing lasts forever.Not
you or your family or your house or your
planet or the sun. It is an absolute rule. Therefore when someone says that their
love will never die, it means that their love
is not real, for everything that is real dies.

Rule number two: Everything lasts forever."
Craig Ferguson

Across the Universe 

one way

Don't be afraid.Shut your mouth and eat your dinner.Brush your teeth.Comb your hair.Come
as you are.Don't be late.Remember what your
mother said.Arrive each day wherever you are
along the road. BE EVERYTHING YOU ARE
for every minute of the miles.Move like fire
through the smoke. Ask questions.Enjoy the
silence when it comes. Listen to people who's
words ring true.Be kind to people you find fault
with - they are teachers too.Find out what you
love. Love what you find out and follow the sun
inside you. And as for answers?
"Keep Your Eyes Wide"
the Universe replied...
"We Will See".

Baby Handling

Doors

Some people remember how you
walk into a room while others place
more importance on the manner in
which you leave.
One door is suffering.
The other is redemption.
They wear similar masks that interchange
and alternate over time and both are to one
degree or another created by the hand of he
who has lost or found himself there.

He could see
the purpose of passing through
is passing through the purpose.

One Art

One Art
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. --Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.   By Elisabeth Bishop

Break up a little

The truth is gonna set you free,
(First it's gonna fuck you up..)

/ Everything will be Ok at the end,
If it's not Ok, it's not the end.

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