you crazy diamond. . .

[doodlemaier]

New adventures in extroversion, whether they're virtual or actual, have lead to my head finding its way squarely and directly up against the backside of the hand of the saboteur, that aspect of self as spiritual guide that directs more with the stick than the carrot. I feel stopped and ashamed, more for my unconscious bumbling than for any intention, real or imagined. When the flow of life seems a little too easy, in spite of it all, it is a good indicator to wake up to the wayward foot lest I step off the edge of the precipice where the path should veer suddenly before me. I'll sit with this one in my heart this evening but will have to leave the rest of this one to the influx of hindsight and understanding . . .

You reached for the secret too soon,
you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,
Come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!