A Long Last Look At Buddha
From the
dark plains
of
inner reality
new
light
shines
nothing foretold
in
the
papers
not on radio, not on T.V.
no one can dance this
dance
without
easy
access
to the sweet
wine
of
truth
let the dark
circus pass you by
you'll soon realize
what
is
missed
by
playing
the deadly ego
game
and facing the stark consequences
that follow
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