Memory, thunder cloud. Sadi sati killing down. . Starved at the root again. We dont taste the air. Mother tongue. . Om shrim maha. Lakshmiyei swaha om.
Hey comrade,. what will it be like,. on the day we face our mortal lives?. . We're all given,. the misfortune of loss,. But that's a gift we call impermanence,.
From the mountain top. He looks upon the crowds. Mindful among the mindless. Unbound. . King of those who know. I'm sheltering the fears. The loneliness exposed.
Here's my hand you painted on. A circle fades inside a heart. Are you expected here. You whisper in my ear. . So I wash my hands. 'Till the water burns.
Feet to hip. Nave to breast. Throat to brain. and skin arrange. . Now we're one soul. . Through my great arteries. to every blade of grass, a universal path.