(a hymn from the Book of the Crossroads)
Here I go...
When all the bubbles burst,
in far-off islands...
My brothers,
my sisters...
There is no truth
entirely seen...
Have you really listened? Said the deaf girl to...
But she had never seen the blind man living out...
Step into the energy, watch out for the symbols
Both eyes close, and the third one opens...
I am not after winning—
I seek the flame of truth...
You are either imprisoned
by what holds you captive...
Samurai moves smooth,
his body, tuned to the pulse...
The Bomb Has No Eyes
The predators do not see innocence...
Well, perhaps I am a well?
a thing that needs to be filled so well...
What is the use,
being the hero...