(2014)
I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,
Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
I humbly bow before your tender me… for no other reason than I’m sorry… As I listen to my old pal, Leonar… crooning out his holy tunes, there’s a message sounding clear
Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
Look out there, see them, boy ? They want yer juice. They’re dry, them circlin’ desert… All they want's yer juice, boy.
