Leonard Cohen /Love Itself

[Hubert]

The light came through the window,
Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of Love.

In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the Nameless makes
A Name for one like me.

I'll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door
Then Love Itself
Love Itself was gone.

All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.

I'll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door
Then Love Itself
Love Itself was gone.

Then I came back from where I'd been.
My room, it looked the same
But there was nothing left between
The Nameless and the Name.

All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.

I'll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door
Then Love itself,
Love Itself was gone.
Love Itself was gone.


by Leonard Cohen

[Nichole]

Thanks for sharing this. I love most of Leonard's music and appreciate his gorgeous lyrics too. I recently watched a documentary where he read from the Bardo Thödol and his voice was paired to video of Lamas and monks preforming the Tibetan death rites. It was hauntingly beautiful.

[Hubert]

"All tryed to say a litle more"

[Hubert]

I meant it as errata, and in fact a second one is due: "tried"