O’ Shambhowhat to say of the power of IgnoranceA wisp of life called Manwho lingers in your laplives and dies

Are we making too much noiseSo we cannot even hear ourselvesHave we reached such states of fakerythat our insulation to

Of Roads and endless roadsof wheels that roll wearingthemselves down to transportus to quench our nomadic lust.Forests, Plains, Deserts, Mountainsand

The Essence of lifeis in its fragrance.It reveals itself not tothe doggy nose butto a sensitive Heart.If you are a