A monastery on the way to Thimphu from Paro

April 20, 2010

thoughts

Ah, can you feel that
The beautiful sun upon your skin
Can you hear the rays
Making their way to earth

We run, run away
Run from our fears, our dreams
Our dreams are twisted into nightmares
And those ugly demons rear their heads

But those nightmares are real
And they’re beautiful and true
Turn around, face those demons
Their bark is worse than their bite

They don’t want to bite,
They want a kiss, a hug, a laugh
Those demons are your friends
And hell is merely a hot shower

Let the water cascade down your body
Let the water soak through
Soak into your blood
And create a flood

Flood your body, your nerves, your senses
Feel the water invade your very being
Allow those nightmares to becomes your dreams
And bask under the moonlight

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