Saturday, May 29, 2010

The Windmills of your mind...

a song I was annoying all my colleagues at work with, it was my ring tone, the song i like to sing aloud and like to listen to!... quite an obsession.

The amazing part of the song is that not only it talks about endless things, but can also have endless translations mine is below:



Part I : Life and thoughts are continual and unending and constantly moving and changing.


Round,
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending on beginning,
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain,
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes on its face
And the world is like an apple
Spinning silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind!

Part II : We go through life searching and traveling on often with little in the way of knowing just what it is we are searching for but still moving forward relentlessly even when there is little guidance (light) to help us find our way and this in turn helps keep our thoughts moving endlessly.

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it’s own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of it’s face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Part III: Our past is always with us and in our minds sometimes like a familiar sound sometimes virtually haunting us but all in all helping us along the road of life and keeping us moving continuously in the same manner that a windmill turns without stop when there is a breeze or wind. Substitute mind for windmill and think of the things going on around us(the breeze of thoughts and ideas), as what keeps our mind (windmill) moving.

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair

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