(Mysticism and the hidden power of kandangath)
Sons and disciples.
Join and be witness.
Be an experiment. See if the frontal lobes take it.
These tamal tigers in the south roar.
This mothers toil will keep their children´s curiosity in check, intact.
New clothes for the worn.
We see the sun daily.
Painted on granite.(I´m looking plainly at you right now)
The brave grandfather, the first ever born, first to thirst knowledge.
It is bigger than our eyes.
Bigger than our planet.
Guided by t.v channels.
Your ears coveted by radio stations.
We hunger impossibly over notions of the spirit world.
A snake a shake or nod.
Yet only that dirty street man knows the personality of god.
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