Lush greenery..
A mountain passing by from the train window..
A few windmills
and the sun rise..

How this traveling makes the mind and heart open..
Open and free..
Quietness returns..

Sometimes i wish i could keep on traveling..
with people or alone, doesn’t matter..

Just keep on moving to different places,
different people,
different languages,
yet oneness in all of it..

How is the tree different from the mountain?
How is the moving train different from moving thoughts?
How are people here and there different?
Where is the difference?

So, so you think you can tell 
Heaven from Hell, 
Blue skies from pain..
Can you tell a green field 
from a cold steel rail? 
A smile from a veil? 
Do you think you can tell?

Pink Floyd – Wish You Were Here


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