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When We Get Old

20 January 1994 By Alex Nuttall - Bio Dream l dreamt about that one that is You now; You know that l do still dream and I Know that you do also; Dream l dreamt again that we would Talk ‘ever; Dream l dreamt about, you know: Your eyes, your self; your mouth; Dream l talk to you, even thee i sing... Dream among your head, fast asleep in bed; Watching over you watching over me; Passing time would be so well, as you say, When we get old; I hope the elegance never wares and our Freedom is a waltz, don‘t you know; We have secret communicated so much so That we still know our hearts do bind; Yea, I change my mind every so and so; I hope that you can see the love you have For me is a treasure I do stow As I meander on the go; Dream, l dreamt you did, dream about You... Me... But darling I must tell, 'twas not just What you dreamed! l was there. you see, and you were there in me; My cheeks flushed like a rose, you'd walk in, everyone knows; We

Pashyati | पश्यति

17. Jan. 1994 By Alex Nuttall - Bio Oh the sadness The eternal blindness Yet, one knows of the eye Always it is seeing Change, Flash; Blindness. Oh, the joy! The eternal creation By the eternal blind  That makes one blind  Ready to see. Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, Brahma! You there, sleeping—creating! Hey, Vishnu! You there, playing—preserving! Hey, Siva! You there, dancing—Destroying!  A U M Hey, Atman, you there, careless, just enjoying It All. By Thejas Panarkandy from India - Murudeshwara Statue , CC BY-SA 2.0 , Link Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Pashyati - Seeing, Original Date: 19940117 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1994 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170914. Enjoying the role the Hindu gods play is enough to brighten the day of the spiritual traveler who drops his birth myths for something new. Somehow the explanation hits to the root center. Mankind wants an explanation for the good and bad. Mostly