t:
oh
Body:
"My God...it's full of stars,"
If you could live to be 203, would you? If you had the knowledge to make this life worth living and, equally important, the strength would you want it? or would you pawn it...off on someone less qualified? would you wisely use it, or would you abuse it? could you breath in the pain with the joy, each season...KNOWING how suffering is recycled, in the karmic wash and cosmic tumble dry of rebirth? Could you live your life without regret?
Deep inside the primal love oven, burns a pilot light, its flame fueled by something spiritual. From the flickering meyend sigh shadows on the wall, I catch glimpses of somethiing eternal. It 's magnetic resonance attracts and repulses, at the same time, like a well-spring of gravity, black holes of Kali consuming light, give nebulous birth to galaxies.
Picture the flintstones inside the matrix. We're all silly humans, on some hairless monkey biznAss trip, goin places, now here, kickin up dharma dust inside this damn hamster wheel, we call life, goin nowhere fast.
I've stopped kickin three times before; and, the light still burns on and on, and never dies. Still, I wonder where I am on this life death cycle? How'bout you?
oh
Body:
"My God...it's full of stars,"
If you could live to be 203, would you? If you had the knowledge to make this life worth living and, equally important, the strength would you want it? or would you pawn it...off on someone less qualified? would you wisely use it, or would you abuse it? could you breath in the pain with the joy, each season...KNOWING how suffering is recycled, in the karmic wash and cosmic tumble dry of rebirth? Could you live your life without regret?
Deep inside the primal love oven, burns a pilot light, its flame fueled by something spiritual. From the flickering meyend sigh shadows on the wall, I catch glimpses of somethiing eternal. It 's magnetic resonance attracts and repulses, at the same time, like a well-spring of gravity, black holes of Kali consuming light, give nebulous birth to galaxies.
Picture the flintstones inside the matrix. We're all silly humans, on some hairless monkey biznAss trip, goin places, now here, kickin up dharma dust inside this damn hamster wheel, we call life, goin nowhere fast.
I've stopped kickin three times before; and, the light still burns on and on, and never dies. Still, I wonder where I am on this life death cycle? How'bout you?