spring passes

 and one remembers one’s innocence

 summer passes

 and one remembers one’s exuberance

 autumn passes

 and one remembers one’s reverence

 winter passes

 and one remembers one’s perseverance

 there is a season that never passes

and that is the season of glass 

© Yoko Ono ‘81

  

HELL IN PARADISE

This is Hell in Paradise

We’re all asleep or paralyzed

Why are we scared to verbalize

Our multicolor dreams

 

When will we come to realize

We’re all stoned or pacified

While the boogie men organize

Their multilevel schemes

 

Underqualified for love

Overqualified for life

Sticking our heads in slime

Thinking we’re in our prime

 

Mesmerized by mythology

Hypnotized by ideology

Antagonized by reality

Vandalized by insanity

Desensitized by fraternity

Sanitized by policy

Jeopardized by lunacy

Penalized by apathy

And living in the world of fantasy

Dancing on hot coal

Waiting for the last call

It’s Adam’s ball

Eve’s call

 

Wake up, shake up, check out, work out, speak out, reach

out, it’s time to, time to, time to, to, to, to, to………..

 

This is Hell in Paradise

None of us wish to recognize

But do we want them to materialize

An endangered species………………………………….

 

Exorcize institution

Exercise intuition

Mobilize transition

With inspiration for life

© Yoko Ono ‘85