Been knocking on heaven's door
But no one's there.
This insatiable longing for the beloved above.
This stirs me in ways I can't explain.
My hair stands on end.
Have you ever sought the one true source, like a baby animal's cries looking for his creator? Honestly?
I have wailed, wailed to be let out of this illusion and be one with Source.
The transitory Maya Chaya.
Listening to Dylan's classic ballad Knocking on Heaven's door song about the dying man reminds me of my one true home,
Of what I'm missing.
If I truly peeped inside all this hullabaloo around.
Hauntingly beautiful calls from the beyond.