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To go to, or return to Rome Remonstration - just click my soul...erm, I mean...my friend , Romo the dog:

The window is open and a sun ray warms slowly your head

but you turn your head to the side

and your eyes see pictures of people - inlove -- in pain - with luck - without luck.

Some are certain, some are blind.

Every person you see remains silent

because they are only pictures.

These pictures are not your enemy -----they are not your friend.

Only pictures.

The wall is full of these pictures. They say every word. They speak no word.

One step, perhaps two......and you can have Bread, Cheese and Drink.

It is something you want, but your eyes remain on the pictures

and slowly you believe it is certain:

You will see how to laugh, how to fight, how to stop the pain and open the future....

with the pictures you see. ----------

Not the bread, the drink, the sun.

With fresh eyes you want to see the blue, white, red, green, light and dark of the pictures

but never the sun...the bread...the drink......

A rough translation of the only Deutsche prose I have ever attempted

Musings from A Busker's Journal-Brian Robert Pearce

PUPPYISH

SOUL

March, 2000 [Antwerp] ----My soul recognises that this life is virtually complete. There is little left to do - except to prepare for the death. The soul weeps. Everything, and everyone that this life in this town had developed, and had recognised as special, is to be left behind------- and the dying would mean a new birth at another place, familiar or otherwise. ---------- What is old, unhealthy or no longer desired, would be lost to the past. ------ What remains wanted will lay in cocoon, awaiting another life. ------------ A cycle ends - and a new cycle begins.

" I just felt I wanted to talk to you! No.... more like I MUST talk to you!" said I to Clio. ------------ " Yeah, it's the same..." replied Clio, "...a friend was asking me to come back to her place for awhile, but I said ' No! I must speak to Brian!' ..."

Contact with Clio has shown me more of the beauty of a soul meeting soul. In a dizzy dance, our souls are interacting in a way neither mind, nor body, can comprehend. My soul is taking me on a magical, mystery tour. It demands satisfaction of its needs - and in convoluting ways it draws me on inexplicably, but as surely as a dog pulling on its leash.

The owner does not know what the dog knows, but if it will make the dog happy to go a certain direction the owner may follow with curiosity - despite any pressing demands the owner may have. The dog pulls its way to another dog, who is equally pulling its owner. The two owners politely greet each other and talk as friends --- while the two dogs excitedly meet , greet and dance their own dance, entirely unrelated to the owners.------ The owners smile appreciation of the dogs' happiness,without fully understanding it. The owner is Heart, Mind, Body. The dog is Soul.

My recent piano composition reflects this. It has no end. It only returns to the beginning.------- There is sorrow at what is forever lost. There is hope that what is not lost will reap future reward.

There is excitement for the new cycle. There is tension.... because death and birth are traumatic and lonely experiences - even on inner levels. ----- And death usually means too many questions remain unanswered. It is this that causes the death.... because the answers become increasingly confused ... and the questions far too complex. ------ A new birth returns the soul to simple questions that answer themselves. From this, it becomes easier to answer the puzzles of past lives. ----------- But I go into the new birth with the knowledge that I love you....... because I see, feel and understand your soul.

Curious! You are a sad spirit!

Sad? That's relative! The song speaks of acceptance that your lifestyles bears a certain reality

Reality? So what is real? And who..?

You expect me to answer that?

Yet you spoke of Boundary lines?

IT'S A MYSTERY ROAD I TRAVEL

AND MY HOME IS NOT MY HOME

YET MY DREAMS I CARRY WITH ME

AND THEIR WEIGHT I BEAR ALONE

THERE IS LOVE THAT DEEPLY BURROWS

WITHIN MY SOUL SOMETIMES

IT BESTOWS SOME COMFORT ON ME

BUT IT HAS ITS BOUNDARY LINES

IN THE END THE ROAD I TRAVEL

LEAVES A HEART WITHOUT A HOME

AND THE LOVE I CARRY IN ME

IS A WEIGHT I BEAR ALONE

YOU MAY SHELTER ME WITH COMFORT

EASE MY BURDEN WITH YOUR SMILE

GIVE ME SOMETHING TO REMEMBER

HOW YOU LOVED ME ... FOR AWHILE

YOU MAY WALK THIS ROAD BESIDE ME

UNTIL IT SEEMS OUR SOULS COMBINE

BUT I KNOW THERE'LL COME A BORDER

YOU WON'T CROSS THAT BOUNDARY LINE

I accept they are there

One step on! And you know most would fear to cross them. But it is no great thing! It isn't a mystery by itself. Only the Boundary lines I have yet to explore are mysterious. You have to discover where the lines are... and adjust your perception of reality. To dare to cross? That is another thing. To remain? That, again, is another thing.

Yeah, I guess. With philosophy we can cover our weaknesses and build them into strengths

Ha!!! Weaknesses? Strength? The lines blur such things. Look at the river...such a commotion......rocks trying to block it, yet the earth channels it so it has only a narrow path for such a volume of water. A journey from the mountains...and from the gorge we sit in... to the increasing calm of the lowlands. In time, it meets the sea. But look at the water spiralling! Hear its daunting sound! ....Is the river crying? Or is it trying to be free? Does it cry for what it has known? Or does it, in agitation, seek where it wants to be?

It's just a river! It doen't think anything! It just is...because the forces of nature led to it being here.

[laughs] - As I said! You have to discover where the lines are.

And know where they are not!

Hmm....have you ever considered that you,me,this river, this planet, this universe could all be simply a miniscule content of a massive sun...and that sun is simply a miniscule content of a even more massive sun... do I need to go on?

As much as you like! It can't be proved!