Norman
Allan
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Allan | |||
The Ezra Cycle
(If
you love this really complex person
and you just try to spin spells with what's
special
aren't you weaving lies?)
1.
Music as Buddhogen
Ee's
as complex as any of us
but he spends his days
his life playing music
which
lends him some bliss
cause it spills him into wordlessness
highlights flux
(the mirror of impermanence)
and makes emptiness easy
music: the void that
dances
selflessly
2. Ezra talks of suffering
Ezra
said
where the vulnerable reveals itself
we feel our pain
sharing turns our pain to love
look
into the depth of your pain
into it's endless beauty
In
the deep recess of the heart
love sleeps
We
are like fountains
The
power of pain
is to roll the stone
from the well of love
the spring
of giving
No no no said
Ez
The pain strips you bare
brings you to a meaningless place
The
pain of the meaningless
gives rise to the I
to the I am
still
meaningless
but this I
which rises from the meaningless
is the spirit
it's
only the spirit that finds meaning
the spirit is meaning
Ezra
said he wants to travel
the full span of his pain
because these sorrows
are the wings of love
It's
where we meet each other
pain is the teacher
So
I said
if pain is the teacher
then all my mistakes going free
Ee
says his default state was loneliness
till he learned to love
Now no one's too busy for me
The
moment we stop needing
we realize that that need was the pain
Pain?
No meaning
but without pain
no meaning
Pain
sets time free to fly
There is no meeting without Goodbye
They
tell us life is compromise
Life is not a compromise!
Life is the event of
the day
And we die
so
that the event can grow into a myth
So each story has its ending
Our
task
is to be happy in the end
Ezra
pointed to the street
said this is the teacher
This is a great teacher
And
the question
the question
wakens us from these dreams
And
the question
is
where will my pain take me?
past
fear
3.
ashes
(everyone is afraid of letting go of the holocaust
: for Ezra's
miother)
ten thousand
tears
haven't cooled the phoenix
she's still smoldering
beating her wings
fearing
to remember
trying to believe the sky
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