June 2011
18 posts
Re-touched faces, minus the zits,
Virtual empires, built on bits,
Digital friendships, that have no pain,
Share your soul, but you get no gain.
What’s the world coming to?
Society’s a wreck!
Moving at the speed of light,
But we left something back.
Stand out in the moonlight,
Underneath the stars,
Dancin’ with your sweetheart
to a fiddle and guitar,
Fall into the blue sky,
fly on past the clouds,
Zoom into the atmosphere,
Till you can’t hear a sound.
Wake up on a futon,
holdin’ each other’s hand,
Smile with eachother,
as you walk around your land.
Grow old together,
count your wrinkles with glee,
Laugh along with your son’s son’s son,
bouncin’ on your knee.
Abba Lot went to see Abba Joseph and said to him, ‘Abba, as far as I can I say my little office, I fast a little, I pray and meditate, I live in peace and as far as I can, I purify my thoughts. What else can I do?’
Then the old man stood up and stretched his hands towards heaven. His fingers became like ten lamps of fire and he said to him, ‘If you will, you can become all flame.’
” —If I ever have a hippie van, I am [like so totally] painting Abba Joseph holding his flaming fingers in the air on the back of it.