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the expansion of my heart hurts so much
but i can breathe again
and see again
and feel again
oh the feeling
everything at the tip of my fingers
dangling off my fingertips
every limb of my body
every surface of my body is burning from the touch of the earth
i think i thought my capacity for love had shrunk or dissapeared or something of that nature, when all this time, i think it was actually growing.
Lord of the starfields
Ancient of Days
Universe Maker
Here's a song in your praise
Wings of the storm cloud
Beginning and end
You make my heart leap
Like a banner in the wind
O love that fires the sun
Keep me burning.
Lord of the starfields
Sower of life,
Heaven and earth are
Full of your light
Voice of the nova
Smile of the dew
All of our yearning
Only comes home to you
O love that fires the sun
keep me burning
*
my brain is already trying to live for tomorrow instead of today. i notice it compartmentalizing things and storing away memories to think on one day when ... this is my panic button, here. as someone else said.
my panic.
my mania.
my frustration.
it grows like an unwanted extra limb (as fun as that could be, i could only imagine the complications).
every time i point out a pattern(ed reaction) it dies. like saying that faeries don't exist, only not quite as sad.
but it hurts. ohhh man does it hurt.
breathe deep.
don't think so much.
don't worry.
remember.
lips
but i can breathe again
and see again
and feel again
oh the feeling
everything at the tip of my fingers
dangling off my fingertips
every limb of my body
every surface of my body is burning from the touch of the earth
i think i thought my capacity for love had shrunk or dissapeared or something of that nature, when all this time, i think it was actually growing.
Lord of the starfields
Ancient of Days
Universe Maker
Here's a song in your praise
Wings of the storm cloud
Beginning and end
You make my heart leap
Like a banner in the wind
O love that fires the sun
Keep me burning.
Lord of the starfields
Sower of life,
Heaven and earth are
Full of your light
Voice of the nova
Smile of the dew
All of our yearning
Only comes home to you
O love that fires the sun
keep me burning
*
my brain is already trying to live for tomorrow instead of today. i notice it compartmentalizing things and storing away memories to think on one day when ... this is my panic button, here. as someone else said.
my panic.
my mania.
my frustration.
it grows like an unwanted extra limb (as fun as that could be, i could only imagine the complications).
every time i point out a pattern(ed reaction) it dies. like saying that faeries don't exist, only not quite as sad.
but it hurts. ohhh man does it hurt.
breathe deep.
don't think so much.
don't worry.
remember.
lips