It comes from the lightsource that has no direction
unshadowed perfection illuminates mind
As it was on the mountain, it is now in the meadow
just a half step ahead of what's rolling behind
From this moment to moment we've ceded to showmen
who've upstaged one another just for shining their stars
Now the truth has been buried long before the main feature
you can't seem to reach her from your haunted snackbar
Friend, friend, til your thoughts meet the end
will it further depend on just letting it be
It's been gone long on a dream and a song
can it be that a home has been searching for me?
You are constantly stalking peripheral vision
like a god-given mission to invite it all in
How the thinnest of moments can begin all creation
with the slightest vibration to a watery skin
There are all things in one thing and the one thing in all things
there's just no thing like that thing outside of the one
and the name's not important to this endless assortment
I've called it the moon, I would call it the sun
Frail, frail hope and you bail
a hopefilling sail may keep finding more seeds
We've been gone long on a dream and a song
can it be that a home has been searching for me?
"Searching for Me" by Raybo Novak
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| He's Raybo and a part of so many hearts. No one who's known him will ever be the same... Thank you Raybo for all you are. |
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