Ram Dass Interlude

It's garbage as art

Well, do you approve of me? Do you like me? Am I good enough?

Well, do you approve of me? Do you like me? Am I good enough?

Well, do you approve of me? Do you like me? Am I good enough?

Well, do you approve of me? Do you like me? Am I good enough?

Have I achieved enough? Have I achieved enough?

Have I achieved enough? Have I achieved enough?

And then there comes a period where you've just gone through enough

And the space starts, that little blue sky starts to develop

And you start to identify with the blue sky instead of the cloud

You flicker at first, and then you start to, release

And often, in the release, there is a closing of the heart because

You don't want to get hurt again

And you got to allow that, that's still part of the grief reaction

And a lot of you are still holding on to grief from previous hurts

And then comes the time, when you start to realize

You'd rather be vulnerable and be hurt

Than be living dead