where is the end of the world how do you find it maybe i can't find it maybe its not mine to find is that why i'm whispering to the wind how does the wind know what we don't know. why all these questions what is my desire why do i always do this nothing for me i have no wishes for me no desires for me i can see some things i wish for others for the movement of people conceptual instruction number 1, i have written more. Today do something for yourself. that's right. you not me.
Actually this comment is related to the wish tree but I want to tell about this here because it is the proper place to do it. We have a teachers meeting today at my school and the meeting finished with a wish tree event. I work in a catholic school. When we started the meeting at 8 am each one of us was given a paper red apple (which I soon connected with The Beatles, of course). Everbody wondered what those apples were for. We found it out at the end of the meeting. We gathered at the school chapel and some of the teachers who had had the idea asked us to write a wish for our students on the paper apple and then we had to pin our wish apples on a wish tree drawn on a board set in front of the altar. I whispered to another teacher (who is a friend) sitting next to me: 'This is one of Yoko's conceptual instructions'. Nice way to finish a teachers meeting: in Yoko's style. As soon as it happened I thought of sharing that experience with you all.
About whispering a wish to the wind: I hope the wind can deliver my wish to some special person I love most.
I don't think there is an end of the world, things just keep circulating around and around like the songs of a dead man in my brain that stirs emotion and tears of tragedy inside of me and keeps moving me and moving me, as if my pain wern't enough for me, I need to experience someone else's too, maybe everyone's. Maybe then I will finally be happy when I explode in one giant cried tear and it rips my body and soul apart.
My wish for the wind is that there was no such thing as depression, or maybe no such thing as reasons to be depressed and that there was relief for everyone. Peace and Love Yoko.
The wind has been very strong today, the hot clears summer days, have given way to change, clouds have been gathering, the whole mood of the day, has been pensive, the wind blew the clouds to sea, and left behind an incredible, pinky, grey luminous sky.
I love these edgy, quirky days, my desire, as in my wish for something to happen, has been taken today in the wind, to the far reaches, of our world.
Go Jorge! I love that the wind and weather unifies us. When th wind blows dust, all of us shield our eyes. I observe the movement of wind by watching the water, and hear it through the trees. All the secret wishes and murmurs it holds, all the gasped breaths and sweated brows it has cooled. We are all linked.
When I count what's wrong with my life, I get totally depressed. When I count the good things, I feel like smiling and I do. Then I think, "well, it's not all that bad." Life is just a bowl of cherries. But when I see myself smiling in the mirror, I like myself more. Well, life is a roller-coaster. That's what I now think. Recently, I got a message that I was a king, and I should stop the battle, and appreciate my victory. Well, I should listen to this one. And you, too, my friend. We are all kings. The battle is the battle of goodness winning WORLD PEACE. At all times, find something that makes you laugh. Laughter is the best workout! Chimpanzees are wise to it. Are you?
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where is the end of the world
how do you find it
maybe i can't find it
maybe its not mine to find
is that why i'm whispering to the wind
how does the wind know what we don't know.
why all these questions
what is my desire
why do i always do this
nothing for me
i have no wishes for me
no desires for me
i can see some things i wish for others for the movement of people
conceptual instruction number 1, i have written more. Today do something for yourself. that's right. you not me.
desire・・・・・i need it
And a hot air balloon ride
To the end of the world
To embrace my desire in flight
Lovin' these easy ones -- wind is blowing through those bright, beautiful Rowan trees I told you all about yesterday.
Very "ETHEREAL".
lifted high above flying geese
carried away on a current
spun by the clouds
magic carpet ride
to a mysterious place far away
in dreams in breeze song
Actually this comment is related to the wish tree but I want to tell about this here because it is the proper place to do it.
We have a teachers meeting today at my school and the meeting finished with a wish tree event.
I work in a catholic school. When we started the meeting at 8 am each one of us was given a paper red apple (which I soon connected with The Beatles, of course). Everbody wondered what those apples were for. We found it out at the end of the meeting. We gathered at the school chapel and some of the teachers who had had the idea asked us to write a wish for our students on the paper apple and then we had to pin our wish apples on a wish tree drawn on a board set in front of the altar. I whispered to another teacher (who is a friend) sitting next to me: 'This is one of Yoko's conceptual instructions'.
Nice way to finish a teachers meeting: in Yoko's style.
As soon as it happened I thought of sharing that experience with you all.
About whispering a wish to the wind: I hope the wind can deliver my wish to some special person I love most.
I don't think there is an end of the world, things just keep circulating around and around like the songs of a dead man in my brain that stirs emotion and tears of tragedy inside of me and keeps moving me and moving me, as if my pain wern't enough for me, I need to experience someone else's too, maybe everyone's. Maybe then I will finally be happy when I explode in one giant cried tear and it rips my body and soul apart.
My wish for the wind is that there was no such thing as depression, or maybe no such thing as reasons to be depressed and that there was relief for everyone. Peace and Love Yoko.
The wind has been very strong today,
the hot clears summer days,
have given way to change,
clouds have been gathering,
the whole mood of the day,
has been pensive,
the wind blew the clouds to sea,
and left behind an incredible,
pinky, grey luminous sky.
I love these edgy, quirky days,
my desire, as in my wish
for something to happen,
has been taken today
in the wind,
to the far reaches,
of our world.
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Go Jorge!
I love that the wind and weather unifies us. When th wind blows dust, all of us shield our eyes.
I observe the movement of wind by watching the water, and hear it through the trees. All the secret wishes and murmurs it holds, all the gasped breaths and sweated brows it has cooled. We are all linked.
Wish #5 = Revolution #9
One wish would be for Yoko to update her friends list on myspace.
Another I have been screaming to the wind for one special lady to someday talk to me.
That may just bring about Revolution #9, for I was #9 of 10 kids.
Then to the end of the universe......
too
what a wonderful idea,Yoko!
Beautiful as always!
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