Roz-łąka - Sepa-ration

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Mean while... If we want to be aware and live consciously, we must get more control of our life. On daily basis. Just like Time tried in Pro-vocation. And until we are powerful enough to see through and subdue all these countless external forces applying to the GIVEN moment (or a mean while), until we can bend the contextual conditioning to our will...

Half hour back, I knocked off a teaspoon from the kitchen table... Not a big deal... Unless the teaspoon had been INSERTED in some cottage cheese... And it had... As it turned out... So, in the GIVEN moment, the kitchen floor looked like Milky Way... Not the bar... The galaxy... And I had been scrubbing it like hell only the previous day... Now, if I weren't a divine being, I would have lost my temper, blaming human clumsiness, coincidence and/or God... Or I would have felt sorry for having no control of even my most direct surroundings... But I am a divine being, aware, and living consciously. So what did I do? I just cleaned the place. A gain.

Bottom line: Until we let our divinity take full control of our reality, more important then what happens to us is how we respond to it. In the GIVEN moment. :o)

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gizaiJ_usas&feature=youtu.be

To drop in on someone

For a cup of coffee

And a quick chat

When at noon you open your eyes

And from under the duvet

You praise the day

For how short it's gonna be

Then you strum and plonk

While on the meadows

The bumblebee gets plastered with the cricket

And they both end up at the spider's

To wait through time

Such time

How to wait through time

How to wait through time

How to wait through time

Such time

Absent-mindedness

Forgetfulness

Too loud and empty laughter

Hyper-talkativeness

Or not a word for hours

And the questions

What's wrong with you

Such time

You escape into the crowd

For between the many people

It's easier to hide your fear

And the day will pass somehow

And at night

You'll probably sleep

For some time

Long last unwanted moments

Time of waiting for time to go by

That's where the mind's ferments come from

It takes long for the wine to mature

Long time

Far far and away from here and now

In the sea of lush meadows

Some two amongst the thigh-high grass

Want to stop the flying time

To close in their palms the blues and greens and pinks

Of the skies and woods and hills

Short last the magic moments

Time flies when this is no time for that

That's where the mind's ferments come from

It takes short for the head to clear

Short time

How to stop time

How to stop time

How to stop time

Such time

Such time

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