Everything in between is just a roadtrip....
I would have sent postcards. I swear.
But I didn't take stamps, and
after a while,
I was sure if I just whispered to the wind....
scribbled breadcrumbs on lonely dirt roads,
left love beads in unexpected places....
You'd know....
It feels good to be home again...
To unpack my imagination
and toss it wildly on the floor,
next to crumpled blue jeans and empty cigarette packs.
To wake up to it the next morning....
Yeah, It feels good to be home again....
Let the Peace and Love begin....
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ISLYSVVM
ILY2...And may we dance on and on and on...
lordy I love that song
"Ride,
ride,
ride,
hitchin' a ride..."
LOL! Ibeati...I'll have it in my head all day today, too!
Oh my sweet and beautiful sister,
If only you knew....
That this very day... Just a few hours ago
I was driving home.... thinking about how I seem to be surrendering to a larger dream...to a bigger piece of sky...
And I said your words aloud...
"I believe in peace and love.... Everything in between is just a road trip."
And smiled...
You are the light,
And the world is one,
Loving you, Maithri
Oh, sweet friend of mine...
You've been on one helluva road trip...
And I know that you believe...
And so do I....
And yes, the world is one!
Much Love,
Sing
I took the wind by the hand
the second I knew I could
And now
I just can't
let it go
But she leans close
breathing her wild words
into my ear
she tells me
"that's OK"
and though my shaky hand
no longer feels her touch
her words are enough
to take me there
one more time
every time
I know I should smile
and call it all good
but sometimes
I can't help but reach
just so I can say
I know
Wild words....
in the wind....
And the music plays on and on and on....
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