I’ve been alone with you inside my mind
And in my dreams
...
Hello
Is it me you’re looking for?
I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your smile
You’re all I’ve ever wanted
And my arms are open wide
’Cause you know just what to say
And you know just what to do
And I want to tell you so much
I love you
(Lionel Richie, „Hello“)
I woke up this morning with this song playing in my head. Oh my God, how cheesy it sounds ... But/and it can be listened to in another way: Is this really an overly romantic love song? Or maybe more? Or less?
Suggestion of the day: Life is the lover; that which everyone is looking for, that which is saying hello all the time, to itself :). You are the real love, like everything else. Well, if it’s real, I don’t know. Not really real, more like a dream. The dream is the love story, woven out of nothing, written and directed by no one. Love is just what’s appearing, always this and always home, in/as everything that arises. Funnily and beautifully, the album title is „Coming Home“. Well, rather being home all the time, not having left it ever, without knowing what home is. How could anything be known? By whom? And how lovely, pure and free is that?
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