Itchycoo Park
“Over Bridges of Sighs
To rest my eyes in shades of green
Under Dreaming Spires
To Itchycoo Park, that’s where I’ve been
What did you do there? – I got high
What did you feel there? – Well, I cried
But why the tears there? – I’ll tell you why
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful
I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be nice and have fun in the sun.
I’ll tell you what I’ll do – What will you do?
I’d like to go there now with you
You can miss out school – Won’t that be cool
Why go to learn the words of fools?
What will we do there? – We’ll get high
What will we touch there? – We’ll touch the sky
But why the tears there? I’ll tell you why
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful.
I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be nice and have fun in the sun
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful
It’s all to beautiful, It’s all to beautiful” …’Itchycoo Park’—written by Steve Marriott and Ronnie Lane…
We are Children of the same Verses of these Universes. We have the Right-to-be-Everywhere!
An evolution of war is our war. We watch, yet we die. When our women fall, we die. When our men fall, we die. Their hopes for freedom and a better life are our hope for freedom and for life’s sweet moments to stretch into those minutes of sunset light as it kisses the line between water and sky. We gather and stand together because sight is not through eyes but observed as a gathering of eternal spirits and life. We protect body because life is a forever time, and we dance across the spectrum of color and desire to forever remain free. Freedom is Illusion and body free is Lie?
We are Children of the same Verses of these Universes. We have the Right-to-be-Everywhere!
We are divine creations, embodying the essence of life in all its forms. We are unstoppable and perfect in our existence. Peace is not found in poverty, but rather in embracing love and kindness. Love is superior to conflict and should always be chosen.
Medicine can aid us, but it does not define us. Healing should not be driven by profit, but by the desire to care for all life. Greed should never overshadow the importance of providing medical assistance. Life, love, and compassion should always take precedence over monetary gain.
We are Children of the same Verses of these Universes. We have the Right-to-be-Everywhere!
We are all immigrants of this world. Since a flash of mystery or notions or nicks or knacks or reasons or rhymes we move through time and place and home and one-to-another. We are the managers ‘blood red’ same air and dancers of fictional truths drawn by spirits same and dreams of hope and the hope of dreams. We are the past—the present and the days of future dances.
We are the art of the Gods! We are Life! All growing and all walking and all crawling and all swimming. We are life perfect and unstoppable. Needs fulfilled—Peace? Poverty is not a disease. Greed is disease and the antithesis of Peace. And! Isn’t it better to fall in love than to fall in battle?
We are Children of the same Verses of these Universes. We have the Right-to-be-Everywhere!
“I swear by Apollo Physician and Asclepius and Hygeia and Panaceia and all the gods and goddesses, making them my witnesses, that I will fulfill according to my ability and judgment this oath and this covenant.”
The translations and passage of time can change the meaning and importance of oaths. While ‘Ο Όρκος του Ιπποκράτη’ may be ancient in human years, it is but a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of Life. Words hold power, but they can be twisted and forgotten. In times of suffering, when pain and fear consume us, the power of healing words must never be tainted by greed or destruction.
“It is the duty of us all to ensure that our society remain one of which we are proud, not a society wary of immigrants and intent on their expulsion or a society that disputes the welfare state or a society in which the media are controlled by the wealthy. We would oppose such things were we true heirs to the National Council of the Resistance.” — by Stephane Hessel
We are Children of the same Verses of these Universes. We have the Right-to-be-Everywhere…And! Now and then, won’t that be cool?
And! Beautiful you are…
"Mama, I’m Coming Home”–OZZY OSBOURNE
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