Buddha´s lifeless body on the pyre
I can´t describe life to you, so be patient
The sandal wood catches fire
You´ll have to live it without a definition, be gracious
And the hay that you have been bailing dry and sun soaked
I can´t tell you how sacred your labor is
A spark is all it takes for everything to go up in smoke
You masked, caged, actor lost in your role for existance
In a new life Buddha pulls his cart along
nothing but spare parts and a song
Into the traffic like a bee into the hive
giving true thanks for each day alive
In your new life,
your car has stalled and gas is down to a liter
now it´s coasting backwards, you are stuck in your seat
You are further from your goal just take it and breathe
navigate life´s terrain times of difficulty and ease
Buddha´s machine gun laugh aroused my intensive care
I don´t want one definitive path between love and fear
I want to see everything... be everywhere
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