In this upside down world
Where shame is king
And the beauty of the evening moon
Breaks your heart
Isn’t it natural
That we choose to make art?
There is a mountain range up in the sky
And there is a mountain range down
We are just waiting for the bird
To sit on a bough
The bird who’ll come to laugh at me
For going again
In the same old rout.
This is about automatic behavior. An old program kicks in. You find yourself angry at someone and afraid. You desperately seek your connection to the eternal, but the subtle and kind all-that-is will never push his way in. You have to open the gate.
And you have done just this so many times already, but there is still some more. And right behind it, lo and behold, right behind it is You.