To the heart of a thousand lifetimes we are free
Dan Dean
July 17, 2010
Another life has changed, another one bites the dust. Who knows which way the wind blows this tumbleweed bouncing along in the sky. In a moment you can see it cry but the tears long ago have run dry.
A brown mound is all it can see as it careens along with all the others, falling among the billions of tangled tumbleweeds, just like a page out of destiny. The wall is a million miles high, two billion wide. Where was the peace that was hoped for? Is this the price for suffering?
It can feel the sway of the masses above as a million more tumbleweeds crash to their doom. Like a gentle hand spread across the land and tears…they did come and the sorrow of a thousand lifetimes spread out slowly just like rain, all the world healing from all her pain.
Then there was a rumble of the strength in our limbs, brought back to life once again. Freedom came when we broke the wall and tumbled free to see the land open to the times when we could be free. Life is one big majesty; look at us all, we are one you see. To the heart of a thousand lifetimes, we are free.
A brown mound is all it can see as it careens along with all the others, falling among the billions of tangled tumbleweeds, just like a page out of destiny. The wall is a million miles high, two billion wide. Where was the peace that was hoped for? Is this the price for suffering?
It can feel the sway of the masses above as a million more tumbleweeds crash to their doom. Like a gentle hand spread across the land and tears…they did come and the sorrow of a thousand lifetimes spread out slowly just like rain, all the world healing from all her pain.
Then there was a rumble of the strength in our limbs, brought back to life once again. Freedom came when we broke the wall and tumbled free to see the land open to the times when we could be free. Life is one big majesty; look at us all, we are one you see. To the heart of a thousand lifetimes, we are free.
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