...er shone like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgooten dream or the ripple from the pebble someone tosses in a stream like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face and the world is like an apple whirling silently in space like the circles that you find, in the windmills o...

...ER SHONE LIKE A DOOR THAT KEEPS REVOLVING IN A HALF FORGOOTEN DREAM OR THE RIPPLE FROM THE PEBBLE SOMEONE TOSSES IN A STREAM LIKE A CLOCK WHOSE HANDS ARE SWEEPING PAST THE MINUTES OF ITS FACE AND THE WORLD IS LIKE AN APPLE WHIRLING SILENTLY IN SPACE LIKE THE CIRCLES THAT YOU FIND, IN THE WINDMILLS O...

...ne 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 its face And the world is like an apple Whirling silently in space Like the circles that you find In th...

...igion, just tribal scars Throw a pebble in and watch the ocean See the ripples vanish in the distance It's just the same with all the emotions It's just the same in every instance There's no religion but the joys of rhythm There's no religion but the rites of Spring There's no religion in...