Ram Dass Interlude

It's garbage as art Well, do you approve of me? Do you like me? Am I good enough? Well, do you approve of me? Do you like me? Am I good enough? Well, do you approve of me? Do you like me? Am I good enough? Well, do you approve of me? Do you like me? Am I good enough? Have I achieved enough? Have I achieved enough? Have I achieved enough? Have I achieved enough? And then there comes a period where you've just gone through enough And the space starts, that little blue sky starts to develop And you start to identify with the blue sky instead of the cloud You flicker at first, and then you start to, release And often, in the release, there is a closing of the heart because You don't want to get hurt again And you got to allow that, that's still part of the grief reaction And a lot of you are still holding on to grief from previous hurts And then comes the time, when you start to realize You'd rather be vulnerable and be hurt Than be living dead