Where does the circle begin?
Where does the circle begin?
Is it a line you guess with your pen?
Is the passage of time
just a spin of a dime
along crooked line
to a finishing sign?
If you go on and on
feeling lost, feeling numb,
will you find what you want
in this meaningless hunt?
Where does the circle begin?
Is it the distance you run from your sin?
Is your knowledge of past
what sustains you to last,
what you’ve seen,
what you’ve done,
under moon
under sun?
If you keep looking back
on your life in the black
will you see what you want
in this meaningless hunt?
Where does the circle begin?
Is it the distance you mark from a pin?
If you run round the edge
on the cusp of the ledge
searching bush, searching hedge
in the seas that you dredge
if you look for the one
under heaven and sun
will you find what you want
in this meaningless hunt?
Where does the circle begin?
Can you trace another thats been?
If you copy your father,
your mother,
your brother
will you find your true self
or will you still suffer?
Is there a template for you
to know what is true?
Can you find what you want
in this meaningless hunt?
Where does the circle begin?
I’ll tell you, I’ve seen it, I’ve been!
It is born in the sound of the voice of the ground
and the moon and the stars
and the sky that is ours
and the compulsion to ask!
And though I stand on the sand
With my heart in my hand
I can hear there’s a sound
In the darkness I found
For there is infinite possibility
In the depths of my limits, see
From a seed grows a tall tree
And the knowledge we’re born free!
And in the sound that I found
In the voice of the ground.
And the resonant art
Of my hand and my heart
Where does the circle begin?
Its easy, its drawn from within!
by Dan Osborne
Where does the circle begin?
Where does the circle begin?
Is it a line you guess with your pen?
Is the passage of time
just a spin of a dime
along crooked line
to a finishing sign?
If you go on and on
feeling lost, feeling numb,
will you find what you want
in this meaningless hunt?
Where does the circle begin?
Is it the distance you run from your sin?
Is your knowledge of past
what sustains you to last,
what you’ve seen,
what you’ve done,
under moon
under sun?
If you keep looking back
on your life in the black
will you see what you want
in this meaningless hunt?
Where does the circle begin?
Is it the distance you mark from a pin?
If you run round the edge
on the cusp of the ledge
searching bush, searching hedge
in the seas that you dredge
if you look for the one
under heaven and sun
will you find what you want
in this meaningless hunt?
Where does the circle begin?
Can you trace another thats been?
If you copy your father,
your mother,
your brother
will you find your true self
or will you still suffer?
Is there a template for you
to know what is true?
Can you find what you want
in this meaningless hunt?
Where does the circle begin?
I’ll tell you, I’ve seen it, I’ve been!
It is born in the sound of the voice of the ground
and the moon and the stars
and the sky that is ours
and the compulsion to ask!
And though I stand on the sand
With my heart in my hand
I can hear there’s a sound
In the darkness I found
For there is infinite possibility
In the depths of my limits, see
From a seed grows a tall tree
And the knowledge we’re born free!
And in the sound that I found
In the voice of the ground.
And the resonant art
Of my hand and my heart
Where does the circle begin?
Its easy, its drawn from within!
by Dan Osborne
But the Master makes use of it,
embracing his aloneness, realizing
he is one with the whole universe.
written by Lao Tzu (via lazyyogi)
My mother hates these
Intentional scars finding no
Beauty in the lines and dots
I meticulously chose and not
Understanding I’d rather be judged for
The ink I inflict upon virgin skin
Than the color and texture
I was born with.
Andrea Gibson, “maybe i need you”
You can never reblog Andrea Gibson too many times.
(Source: theshortestgirlonearth, via quentinandrew-deactivated201303)
I need this
All of this
To shape me
To shake me
To take me where I ought to be
To school me
To fool me
To scare me into being free
To hail me
To fail me
To watch me as I gain control
To bless me
To caress me
To be there when I fall in love
So, trust me.
I need this,
All of this.
(punkdbyeros)
