Monthly Archives: May 2015

A word’s prayer to the divine source

“By the power vested in me by the state of The Main Plot I now pronounce you Subject and Predicate. The journey starts now, at the moment of your engagement, when a new sentence is formed.”, the Plot says.
I am a word who just got married, and I know our sentence is a lot more fragile than it appears to us in the moment. Today it is live and powerful, tomorrow is a mirage. Don’t feel sorry for me, it is our way.
Polygamy is encouraged by the main law of the land, the Grammar, and the marriage may include multiple subjects and predicates.
The sentence is the core of our society. Without it, the meaning is lost. Our neighborhood sentences stick together in a paragraph with a greater impact.

There are many states, and each state is governed by a Plot. The federal chief, the president, is the Story. Our political system has two parties: the Critical Thinking party and the Creativity party.
The Critical Thinking party monitors us, and periodically sends us an investigator, a special sentence from the Critical Thinking Bureau of Investigation, to test our love for meaning, our emotional attachment to the Story.
The Creativity party opens our borders and welcomes new words in our sentence, and new sentences in our paragraph. The Plot gets bigger.

Our president, the Story, is elected by the Divine Source. Every morning I say a prayer. I pray to you Divine Source to protect my sentence, my paragraph, and my plot. Please focus on us, spend time with us, let us grow and flourish.

In a higher dimension, the Divine Source watches TV and drinks beer.

Crazy

A new song that I finished today. It’s called “Crazy”.

Lyrics (based on the Honeymoon poem) :

Crazy
Is it crazy?
Crazy is the word
I was looking for.
Tell me are you a student of love?
Tell me are you a student of joy?

Break the habit of worry, pause on tenderness and pleasure
Feel the euphoria released by wild endorphins,
Hear the nervous vibration of the voice,
And hold on the sense of excitement, focus and purpose.

Space is shrinking, pushing closer and closer
A world, a universe, a moon only for you
Closer and closer, it weakens the meaningful sense of two
The traces of duality are washed away.

(Chorus)

Words are spoken, then whispered, then lost
The look into each other’s eyes, the movement of the body
Faultless way of communicating and understanding
The language of the human soul, the resonating music.

Two bodies walking in the shadow of the future
Dancing on forgotten songs of an ancient fiddler
The planet is moving with you, the stars are dancing with you
A vibrating drop of fluid physicality against the gravity.