I decided to play my life as an ABBA song to express my state of knowing. Just having a little fun, looking at the “Bodhi Tree Roots That Runs Deeper than The Eye”…
Heaven on Earth – Version of Nim
I can’t stop but talk
About things we’ve come through
Though it pleases me
Now is Destiny
Nim believed ABBA
I don’t want to talk
About the things we’ve gone through
Though it’s hurting me
Now it’s history
Nim prays without ABBA
I’ve played all my cards
And that’s what you’ve done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play
Nim meets God in himself
The winner takes them all
No loosers to stand small
Being the victory
That’s our destiny
Nim doubted but believed ABBA
The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That’s her destiny
Destiny as Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
I am in your arms
Knowing I am safe there
I foregone man made sense
Breaking down the fense
Building us a home
Knowing I am there
Knowing no fool
Lays down complex rule
It’s simple and it’s plain
Why do we play pain
Nim thanks ABBA for the practice run
I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I’d be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules
Nim sees Blindness in Man including in his own Family, and Friends
The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
Nim Let’s ABBA be ABBA confidently establishing his knowing despite what is heard (tuning out, but letting be history):
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It’s simple and it’s plain
Why should I complain
But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed
The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all
I don’t want to talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You’ve come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all
So the winner takes it all
And the the loser has to fall
Throw a dice, cold as ice
Way down here, someone dear
Takes it all, has to fall
It seems plain to me
– Nim –
A Moment with Nim! 