" You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself " - A Buddhist Saying
5/30/2019
She Moves in Mysterious Ways“You've been living underground
Eating from a can You've been running away From what you don't understand Love” I check the wicked device again, hoping it’s her who has been moved to write “It's alright, it's alright, it's alright She moves in mysterious ways It's alright, it's alright, it's alright She moves in mysterious ways” I miss a few beats as I see the lines in bold - a response at last “She's the wave She turns the tide She sees the man inside the child, yeah” I act all grown up but really am a teenage boy who has been kissed for the first time “One day you'll look back And when you see Where you were held How by this love While you could stand there” It’s been months and years but seems like yesterday when we chatted endlessly on things trivial and significant “It's alright, it's alright, it's alright She moves in mysterious ways It's alright, it's alright, it's alright She moves in mysterious ways” Never could I control the Universe so I surrendered to its will and she found herself at the same conclusion “Move, move, move, move She moves with it She moves me like Lift my days and light up my nights Love” Love! it moves in mysterious ways.... |
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