No fixed abode

There is no path to truth.
It comes to you;
in a dream, in a gesture,
in squalor and beauty.
It lies behind the vagary of thought.
Truth is a state of mind;
timeless, ephemeral.
It resides within a fallen leaf, a rolling tear;
living in the moment, with no fixed abode.

Inspired by Hendrix

My tribute to Hendrix. Inspired to reblog by sonofabeach 🙂

moonworld

Day 27

Prompt: Saying and the internet

I chose, “When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace” so I ended up with some nice Hendrix quotes to play with, amongst others 

The story of life is quicker
than the blink of an eye
The story of love is
hello, goodbye
Excuse me while I kiss the sky

There is sorry enough
in the natural way
The power anyone has;
the power of silence,
instantly connects you

When the power goes out
I’m the one who has to die
when it’s time for me to die
So let me live my life
the way I want to

Death, sleep or hibernation
Excuse me while I kiss the sky

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Transcendence

It’s such a shame my whispered plea
Fell on deaf ears, too blind to see
You pushed me once; I held my ground
Then twice; I didn’t make a sound
The third time, I refused to fall
I wouldn’t let you take my all
The fourth time, I let loose the tether
The fifth, I pulled myself together
Sixth and seventh scored my mind
Cut deep, but then you fell behind
There was no eighth as I moved on
I found true love, your time was done
You begged for chances nine and ten
I didn’t slip; go back again
With dignity, small steps to start
I ventured on with open heart
Which told me of the way to follow
Where words would never ring as hollow
I trusted with bright, widened eyes
Let universal forces guide
They led me first to lush green fields
Where, one with nature, all my shields
We’re dropped as I lay in the grass
And watched as cotton clouds blew past
Seconds flew, yet time stood still
My soul had found its own free will
I danced under a third-full moon
Brought forth a guardian angel’s tune
Circular fifths in harmony
A sweet, seraphic melody
Next, to deepest forests, whence
Developing a keen sixth sense
I talked to trees and hugged them tight
Felt their warmth all through the night
Small woodland creatures joined me there
Seventh heaven, wisdom shared
Eighth and ninth days passed me by
As time once more, refused to fly
And by the tenth, the calm descended
All was clear; I had transcended