ST50 ... It's the only thing that there is just too little of
.... and not just for some, but for everyone.
Across the dreary lands where deserts grow and the rising seas, the bursting clouds of foreign fragments, the unbelievable beauty… and destruction filling minds with torn data and silver sheets across the hearts, there…. in between waves of memories an escape into the sounds of a lonesome fipple flute on a vacant beach seizing this simple melody, 'what the world needs now, is love, sweet love' —— horses galloping down the sands of culture towards eternity with wasted words falling off the edges of disintegrating pages of hard metal bits and pieces and soft twisted love. It is there, time bends.
This is the world, this is the place we call home. Virtual truths of gods dangling on forbidden trees, mycelium magic sprouting into infinite dimensions of door knobs, broken windows and slow trains and things and stuff and more than the imagination could ever grasp. We stand tall, fallen, high and invisible against the winding winds of time. The little we think into existence is but nothing in the cosmos of endless rainbows and decision lagging along behind the curtains of hope is but a flash in the spectacular views across the heavens. This is the world, this is the way the world turns, not in a moment but in a dream within a dream, dreaming.
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WeyWord Times / All Writing and Images by Patrick Wey
Series of Photo Work in Progress…. Moments in Bent Time
Hang Me Up Somewhere…. View Images Here
Writers of the Song ‘What the World Needs Now Is Love Sweet Love’…. Burt Bacharach, Hal David…. Dionne Warwick - What The World Needs Now (1966)….
Would love to have heard an earlier Dylan or/and a Beatles version…. imagine that.
Haunting, your words really touch on some deeply felt truth, that inner truth that's hard to put into words but you touch it, that 'thing' that pulls us, that we know; everything is a dream within a dream, 'realities' within realities and we dream we're awake and wake in the dream.