Sunday, June 26, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
I am calling to you from afar;
Calling to you since the beginning of days.
Calling to you across millennia.
For aeons of time-
It is part of your being my voice,
But it comes to you faintly and you only hear it sometimes;
"I don't know," you may say.
But somewhere you know.
"I can't hear," you say. "what is it and where?"
But somewhere you hear, and deep down you know.
For I am that in you which has been always;
I am that in you which will never end.
Even if you say, "Who is calling?"
Even if you think, "Who is that?"
Where will you run? Just tell me.
Can you run away from yourself?
from "Travelling The Path Of Love"