Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise

I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.

For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails

I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.

I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;

Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows

A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.

I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here

Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.

These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;

My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.