she speaks confidently about her plan,
knowing that if she convinces everyone else
something meaningful would be produced.
she has a few more drinks
her silence transmits into useful knowledge
that will never be spoken about.
and i'll listen carefully to the sound
of quiet sighs and shared silence.

“Silence is our real nature. What we are fundamentally is only silence. Silence is free from beginning and end. It was before the beginning of all things. It is causeless. Its greatness lies in the fact that it simple is. In silence all objects have their home ground. It is the light that gives objects their shape and form. All movement, all activity is harmonized by silence.

Silence has no opposite in noise. It is beyond positive and negative. Silence dissolves all objects. It is not related to any counterpart which belongs to the mind. Silence has nothing to do with mind. It cannot be defined but it can be felt directly because it is our nearness. Silence is freedom without restriction or centre. It is our wholeness, neither inside nor outside the body. Silence is joyful, not pleasurable. It is not psychological. It is feeling without a feeler. Silence needs no intermediary. Silence is holy. It is healing. There is no fear in silence. Silence is autonomous like love and beauty. It is untouched by time. Silence is meditation, free from any intention, free from anyone who meditates. Silence is the absence of oneself. Or rather, silence is the absence of absence. Sound which comes from silence is music. All activity is creative when it comes from silence. It is constantly a new beginning. Silence precedes speech and poetry and music and all art. Silence is the home ground of all creative activity. What is truly creative is the word, is Truth. Silence is the word. Silence is Truth.

The one established in silence lives in constant offering, in prayer without asking, in thankfulness, in continual love.”

Jean Klein

god of wine.

every thought that i repent
there's another chip you went out and spent
and you're cashing them all in
where do we begin to get clean again?
can we get clean again?

i walk home alone with you
in the mood you're born into
sometimes you let me in
and i take it on the chin
and i can't get clean again.
i want to know -
can we get clean again?

the god of wine comes crashing
through the headlights of a car
that took you further than
you ever thought you'd go.
we can't get back again.
we can't get back again.

she takes a drink and then she waits
the alcohol, it permeates
and soon the sounds give way
and cancels out the day..."

third eye blind.

The First Single (You Know Me) (Radio Edit) - The Format

... i've just got to get myself over me.

lyric hunt.

she shoves her hand down toward the door
and opens to an opal orchard
of cyan skies and muddy brown.
the sun greets me after work.
i ride home to the sound of sleepyhead
as she speaks clearly of her joy
of being home again.