maheshcr
The dirt and fall, the smear and taint Is all they see. Men with mere eyes, blind to the heights. Miss your soaring, the cavorting with nobler selves. Miss the heavenward leap, the descent to raise the fallen. Be as ever, a vagrant on earth…
Nothing more profane than to just listen to Music. Feel, see, imagine and become. The ear is but one sense of five.
In this dubious bosom of night, plant an ember torn from Thee