41 PM Dawn Patient Eyes - Al Sabur, (The Patient One)
I wonder if anyone remembers these guys? Im so curious about them, I found their music beautiful and so different lyrically to anything I was listening to at the time. Anyway, this song came immediately to mine when I saw the word patient. If you get a chance check out this blog post, it talks about this band and song but its quite reactionary. I suppose I'm used to hearing songs that have different layers of meaning and I don't see it as being sinister. You can take any song to be about romantic love or about anything it reminds you of which I do in this blog all the time. Id love to know what you think.
According to my source the 99th Name As Sabur is the divine power that will always see things through to the end. At the human level, it means to maintain inner equanimity though all trials and circumstances and to persevere to the end of the test. A physical-plane variation of its root means to endure and to stop complaining. As Subur embodies development of complete inner capacity. It is a great container that enables a spiritual student to endure the long journey of the path and actualise every detail and technique of the teachings. It is a powerful solidarity that allows you to stand firm. The divine manifestation of As Sabur as a quality of God empathises that God doesnt act hastily but forgives or defers judgement.
Lyrics
Whatever it is I do, I try to think about you.
I have a love for you that nothing hides.
Whatever it is I do, I'm always thinking of you.
I hope you look at me through patient eyes.
I've become amused.
I've become blind.
I've become what I know not breathes.
You seem illiterate to all my emotions.
I stand corrected, how well you read.
You speak the truth, you speak the me.
You fell the love I have yet to find.
I know it's there, I know it's there.
But I let the sandcastles kill my mind.
Pathetic me, I long to be you.
They think I'm close but i stand so fat.
The turbulent one sheds a turbulent tear.
I'm Mr. Love only 'cause they starve.
Oil and water, lust and sympathy.
I'll life and death my way through the sun.
Where originates all the pain that leaves.
My memory a traumatic sponge and sings to you.
Well define my love and attitude.
Open up your mind and it will sing to you.
You can always tell.
But I know remorse so well.
I left reality early due to the lack of love... reason.
Whatever I do, I try to think about you.
I seek the sympathy and I can't lie.
Whatever it is I do, I'm always thinking of you.
I hope you look at me through patient eyes.
The channel, a professional liar.
How I long to contradict those vibes.
Joni help me, I think I'm falling.
It's not the love and I quest the why.
I don't know, If I'm right, I'm right.
But if I'm wrong then show me I'm wrong.
The fear of pity is always awake.
But infinite sympathy completely gone.
It's the windows, the doors, the passageway to the truth.
Oh my god, it echoes the mind.
In total recall as wild as the deuce.
It's so deceiving is the clouded heart.
So superficial is the open wound.
I caress the infinite light.
That even at night. Overshadows the moon and sings to you.
Well, define my love, that lives with you.
Even when I die, it will still sing to you.
You can always tell if remorse has done you well...
The misconstrued my answers due to the
Lack of love...reason.
Whatever I do, I try to think about you.
I seek the sympathy and I can't lie.
Whatever it is I do, I'm always thinking of you.
I hope you look at me through patient eyes.