Work like you don’t need money
Love like you’ve never been hurt
Dance like no one is watching
Sing like no one is listening
and Live like it’s heaven on earth
Work like you don’t need money
Love like you’ve never been hurt
Dance like no one is watching
Sing like no one is listening
and Live like it’s heaven on earth
He climbed toward the blinding light and when his eyes adjusted he looked down and could see his fellow prisoners captivated by shadows; everything he had believed was false. And he was suddenly in the 20th century, in the sunlight and violence of history, encumbered by knowledge. Only a hero would dare return with the truth. So from the cave's upper reaches, removed from harm, he called out the disturbing news. What lovely echoes, the prisoners said, what a fine musical place to live. He spelled it out, then, in clear prose on paper scraps, which he floated down. But in the semi-dark they read his words with the indulgence of those who seldom read: It's about my father's death, one of them said. No, said the others, it's a joke. By this time he no longer was sure of what he'd seen. Wasn't sunlight a shadow too? Wasn't there always a source behind a source? He just stood there, confused, a man who had moved to larger errors, without a prayer. by Stephen Dunn