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Yogic time
What knows no Buddha
The shooting of the slave
And slaying of Zion
Left bleeding on the streets
The streets of oblivion
What knows no religion
In the house of Joseph
Where the first born is bred
Lay upon stone floor
Cold stone dead
In the cries of eyes
For the lies of denies
As by life's goodbyes
It'll be alright
Be alright
What knows no start
No finish nor end
As space and earth
This yogic time and
For the land of your birth
What knows no suffering
No agony nor pain
By psi, ye inert theorem
As feet ungrounded be
Shall your God indeed steer them
What knows no Buddha
The shooting of the slave
The shooting of the slave
And slaying of Zion
Left bleeding on the streets
The streets of oblivion
What knows no religion
In the house of Joseph
Where the first born is bred
Lay upon stone floor
Cold stone dead
In the cries of eyes
For the lies of denies
As by life's goodbyes
It'll be alright
Be alright
What knows no start
No finish nor end
As space and earth
This yogic time and
For the land of your birth
What knows no suffering
No agony nor pain
By psi, ye inert theorem
As feet ungrounded be
Shall your God indeed steer them
What knows no Buddha
The shooting of the slave
Published 26th Dec 2012
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Anonymous
26th Dec 2012 2:38pm
Know this is deep. You got me thinking. :)
26th Dec 2012 10:28pm
That's the point asking what instead of who
to release the ego,
Thank you Gail :)
to release the ego,
Thank you Gail :)
26th Dec 2012 11:38pm
27th Dec 2012 00:04am
There is much to write about before
the dust, you are a wonderful reader and
true to poetry
Kind rgs
Ricecake
the dust, you are a wonderful reader and
true to poetry
Kind rgs
Ricecake
