02-22-2016, 02:25 AM
edit #2
Samsara
So follow the call of crows to the river Ganges -
and find the bodies mounded in a swamp
that paint the scent of death across the ranges.
The himalaya cycle never changes.
God's eye the wick, and there you set your lamp
and followed the call of crows. The river Ganges -
the source of life and on that source life hinges -
and sets those greedy banks as life's last camp
that paints the scent of death across the ranges.
There, dogs compete amidst the plenty. Mange is
wild in thin fur, their snarling breath is damp.
They followed the call of crows to the river Ganges.
They didn't seek rebirth - more scourge or binges
They didn't seek out life’s parade and stamp
that paints the stench of death. Across the ranges
of jewels and silks and opulence and dinges
of human trash that mountains into dumps.
So follow the call of crows to the river Ganges
that paints the stench of death across the ranges.
Edit #1
Samsara
We followed the call of crows to the river Ganges -
100 bodies - more - a fetid swamp
that paints the stench of death across the ranges.
The himalaya cycle never changes.
God's eye, the wick, and there we set our lamp
and followed the call of crows. The river Ganges -
the source of life and on that source life hinges -
and sets those greedy banks as life's last camp
that paints the stench of death across the ranges.
The dogs compete amidst the plenty. Mange is
wild in thin fur, their snarling breath is damp
they followed the call of crows to the river Ganges.
They didn't seek rebirth - more scourge or binges
They didn't want the life parade and stamp
that paints the stench of death. Across the ranges
of jewels and silks and opulence and dinges
of human trash that mountains into dumps.
We followed the call of crows to the river Ganges
that paints the stench of death across the ranges.
Original
Samsara
We followed the call of crows to the river Ganges -
100 bodies - more - a fetid swamp
that paints the stench of death across the ranges.
The himalaya cycle never changes.
God's eye, the wick, and there we set our lamp
and followed the call of crows. The river Ganges -
the source of life and on that source life hinges -
and sets those greedy banks as death's camp
that paints the stench of death across the ranges.
The dogs compete amidst the plenty. Mange is
wild in thin fur, their breath is damp
they followed the call of crows to the river Ganges.
They didn't want the rebirth of scourge or binges
didn't want the life parade and stamp
that paints the stench of death. Across the ranges
of jewels and silks and opulence and dinges
of humans and trash that mountain into dumps
we followed the call of crows to the river Ganges
that paints the stench of death across the ranges.
http://www.newsweek.com/2015/10/02/gange...75347.html
Samsara
So follow the call of crows to the river Ganges -
and find the bodies mounded in a swamp
that paint the scent of death across the ranges.
The himalaya cycle never changes.
God's eye the wick, and there you set your lamp
and followed the call of crows. The river Ganges -
the source of life and on that source life hinges -
and sets those greedy banks as life's last camp
that paints the scent of death across the ranges.
There, dogs compete amidst the plenty. Mange is
wild in thin fur, their snarling breath is damp.
They followed the call of crows to the river Ganges.
They didn't seek rebirth - more scourge or binges
They didn't seek out life’s parade and stamp
that paints the stench of death. Across the ranges
of jewels and silks and opulence and dinges
of human trash that mountains into dumps.
So follow the call of crows to the river Ganges
that paints the stench of death across the ranges.
Edit #1
Samsara
We followed the call of crows to the river Ganges -
100 bodies - more - a fetid swamp
that paints the stench of death across the ranges.
The himalaya cycle never changes.
God's eye, the wick, and there we set our lamp
and followed the call of crows. The river Ganges -
the source of life and on that source life hinges -
and sets those greedy banks as life's last camp
that paints the stench of death across the ranges.
The dogs compete amidst the plenty. Mange is
wild in thin fur, their snarling breath is damp
they followed the call of crows to the river Ganges.
They didn't seek rebirth - more scourge or binges
They didn't want the life parade and stamp
that paints the stench of death. Across the ranges
of jewels and silks and opulence and dinges
of human trash that mountains into dumps.
We followed the call of crows to the river Ganges
that paints the stench of death across the ranges.
Original
Samsara
We followed the call of crows to the river Ganges -
100 bodies - more - a fetid swamp
that paints the stench of death across the ranges.
The himalaya cycle never changes.
God's eye, the wick, and there we set our lamp
and followed the call of crows. The river Ganges -
the source of life and on that source life hinges -
and sets those greedy banks as death's camp
that paints the stench of death across the ranges.
The dogs compete amidst the plenty. Mange is
wild in thin fur, their breath is damp
they followed the call of crows to the river Ganges.
They didn't want the rebirth of scourge or binges
didn't want the life parade and stamp
that paints the stench of death. Across the ranges
of jewels and silks and opulence and dinges
of humans and trash that mountain into dumps
we followed the call of crows to the river Ganges
that paints the stench of death across the ranges.
http://www.newsweek.com/2015/10/02/gange...75347.html