What have you done, little grey wing
Flown the dark Atlantic to Cordoba
Heard the poetry of Lorca
Stolen a song of some ruiseñor
Returned with them swelling your breast?
Again, to the moon’s full glow
Accompanied by crickets, the songs
Filter through the lemon tree.
The mockingbird awakens me.
THIS is what I MEAN!!!
Heaven is a dream state here on earth.
We love completely and are completely loved.
We dream whatever makes us happy.
It all happens in an inescapable state of sleep.
Hell is a wakeful state in the living nightmares
We create for others and ourselves.
They all happen as if for the first time.
We cannot free ourselves, the nightmares repeat.
Heaven and Hell are wishful extremes that do not exist, but we sure know how to create what we think they are right here on earth. ~Rayn Roberts