Windmills of your Mind (written by Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, and Michel Legrande, performed by Sting) is the Ultimate Song of Truth for the Truly Enlightened because it explains the difficulty for those who are True Masters of Life, living in a World of LIMITED Beliefs, Gnosis, Ideas, Technology and Genius.
Thus, to them, they are Limited by what is 'allowed' or 'permitted' by Society, and often grow BORED at these Tiresome, Little Lives, and often Challenge the System to Change...
In the Case of the Genius of Thomas Crown, he could choose to live his Life within the conventions of Society and be bored out of his Mind and Distracted by all the Temptations that Society offers, or he could choose to Break Societal Laws that are designed to STEAL from us and Benefit the Few, so that He could Steal from THEM!
And when these Geniuses finally meet a Partner worthy of themselves, they are Ready, Willing and Abel to give everything away, just to have this one chance at Real Love in their Lives...
Listen to the Lyrics carefully within the Song, and SEE how the Song's Narrator is well aware of the Great Trap that Society lays out for the Many to Fall into, the Great, Boring Wheel of the Samsara, where, thru Fear, we Live Small Lives where we give our Consent away, Constantly, only to have to come back, again and again, and Re-Do Life until we get it Right. ~ Charlie Freak at FreakSense TV on Rumble
Round, like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel.
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
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 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
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 on 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
Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle your head
Why did summer go so quickly
Was it something that I said
Lovers walking allong the shore,
Leave their footprints in the sand
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circle that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of her hair
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning,
On an ever spinning wheel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Was the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand
Pictures hanging in a hallway
And a fragment of this song
Half remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong
When you knew that it was over
Were you suddenly aware
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