To go to,
or return to Rome Remonstration
- just click my soul...erm,
I mean...my friend , Romo the
The window is
open and a sun ray warms slowly your
but you turn your
head to the side
eyes see pictures of people - inlove -- in pain
- with luck - without luck.
Some are certain,
some are blind.
Every person you
see remains silent
they are only pictures.
are not your enemy -----they are not
The wall is
full of these pictures. They say every word.
They speak no word.
One step, perhaps
two......and you can have Bread,
Cheese and Drink.
It is something
you want, but your eyes remain on the
and slowly you
believe it is certain:
You will see how
to laugh, how to fight, how to stop the
pain and open the future....
with the pictures
you see. ----------
Not the bread,
the drink, the sun.
With fresh eyes
you want to see the blue, white, red,
green, light and dark of the pictures
but never the
sun...the bread...the drink......
translation of the only Deutsche prose I
have ever attempted
from A Busker's Journal-Brian
2000 [Antwerp] ----My soul
recognises that this life is virtually
complete. There is little left to
do - except to prepare for the
death. The soul weeps. Everything,
and everyone that this life
in this town had developed,
and had recognised as
special, is to be left behind-------
and the dying would mean a
new birth at another place,
familiar or otherwise. ----------
What is old, unhealthy or no
longer desired, would be lost to the
past. ------ What remains wanted
will lay in cocoon, awaiting
another life. ------------ A cycle
ends - and a new cycle begins.
" I just
felt I wanted to talk to you! No....
more like I MUST talk to you!" said I to
Clio. ------------ " Yeah, it's the same..."
replied Clio, "...a friend was asking me
to come back to her place for
awhile, but I said ' No! I must speak to
with Clio has shown me more of the
beauty of a soul meeting soul. In a dizzy
dance, our souls are interacting in
a way neither mind, nor body, can comprehend.
My soul is taking me on a
magical, mystery tour. It demands satisfaction
of its needs - and in convoluting
ways it draws me on inexplicably,
but as surely as a dog pulling
on its leash.
does not know what the dog knows,
but if it will make the dog happy to
go a certain direction the owner may
follow with curiosity - despite
any pressing demands the owner may
have. The dog pulls its way to
another dog, who is equally pulling its
owner. The two owners politely greet each
other and talk as friends --- while the two
dogs excitedly meet , greet and dance
their own dance, entirely unrelated
to the owners.------ The owners
smile appreciation of the dogs' happiness,without
fully understanding it. The
owner is Heart, Mind, Body. The dog
piano composition reflects this. It
has no end. It only returns to the beginning.-------
There is sorrow at what is
forever lost. There is hope that what is not
lost will reap future reward.
excitement for the new cycle. There is tension.... because death and
birth are traumatic and
lonely experiences - even on inner levels. ----- And death usually
means too many questions
remain unanswered. It is this that causes the death.... because the
answers become increasingly
confused ... and the questions far too complex. ------ A new birth
returns the soul to simple
questions that answer themselves. From this, it becomes easier to
answer the puzzles of past
lives. ----------- But I go into the new birth with the knowledge that
I love you....... because I see, feel
and understand your soul.
You are a sad spirit!
That's relative! The song speaks of acceptance that your lifestyles
bears a certain reality
So what is real? And who..?
expect me to answer that?
spoke of Boundary lines?
MYSTERY ROAD I TRAVEL
HOME IS NOT MY HOME
DREAMS I CARRY WITH ME
WEIGHT I BEAR ALONE
LOVE THAT DEEPLY BURROWS
BESTOWS SOME COMFORT ON ME
HAS ITS BOUNDARY LINES
END THE ROAD I TRAVEL
HEART WITHOUT A HOME
LOVE I CARRY IN ME
WEIGHT I BEAR ALONE
SHELTER ME WITH COMFORT
BURDEN WITH YOUR SMILE
SOMETHING TO REMEMBER
LOVED ME ... FOR AWHILE
WALK THIS ROAD BESIDE ME
SEEMS OUR SOULS COMBINE
KNOW THERE'LL COME A BORDER
CROSS THAT BOUNDARY
they are there
on! And you know most would fear to cross them. But it is no great
thing! It isn't a mystery
by itself. Only the Boundary lines I have yet to explore are
mysterious. You have to discover
where the lines are... and adjust your perception of reality. To dare
to cross? That is another
thing. To remain? That, again, is another thing.
guess. With philosophy we can cover our weaknesses and build them into
Weaknesses? Strength? The lines blur such things. Look at the
river...such a commotion......rocks
trying to block it, yet the earth channels it so it has only a narrow
path for such a
volume of water. A journey from the mountains...and from the gorge we
sit in... to the increasing
calm of the lowlands. In time, it meets the sea. But look at the water
spiralling! Hear its daunting
sound! ....Is the river crying? Or is it trying to be free? Does it cry
for what it has known? Or
does it, in agitation, seek where it wants to be?
a river! It doen't think anything! It just is...because the forces of nature led to it being here.
- As I said! You have to discover where the lines are.
where they are not!
you ever considered that you,me,this river, this planet, this universe could
all be simply a
miniscule content of a massive sun...and that sun is simply a miniscule
content of a even
more massive sun... do I need to go on?
as you like! It can't be proved!
I do not
know when we last met
I do not
know what happened
have loved you very much
sad , or simply natural, that we were
I missed you [ though I did not know it]
came, but still I missed you
did not know you were
home I felt I had found never had you
missed you all the same [ even though I
did not know it]
saw you... and I knew you
missed you [ though you were here]
knew you and I loved you
missing I had found
So I hold
you and I wonder will a sad, or natural,