trekker
05-22-2006, 04:17 AM
Now and Zen
Now I hear the rams horn sound between the conspicuous mountains round.
Zen I know what few have learned
Now the Earth on its axis turns, its fallen heroes and adrenaline
Zen a prophet, an old iron fence, the windmill by a tree
Zen like a knife divides us all, divides you and divides me.
Now the wolf cries boy, caught on the crook of the moon
Now is a berry on a twig
Zen hangs from a beam in a barren room
Zen begins a foil, a cripple
Now in ancient tongues pronounce your tribe
Zen I put you in my pipe while smoke does ripple
Now I need to torch it
Zen a spiritual quest for knowledge
Now some salt in the sea called porridge
Zen a place held in great esteem.
Now the wolf has never been.
Now I hear the rams horn sound between the conspicuous mountains round.
Zen I know what few have learned
Now the Earth on its axis turns, its fallen heroes and adrenaline
Zen a prophet, an old iron fence, the windmill by a tree
Zen like a knife divides us all, divides you and divides me.
Now the wolf cries boy, caught on the crook of the moon
Now is a berry on a twig
Zen hangs from a beam in a barren room
Zen begins a foil, a cripple
Now in ancient tongues pronounce your tribe
Zen I put you in my pipe while smoke does ripple
Now I need to torch it
Zen a spiritual quest for knowledge
Now some salt in the sea called porridge
Zen a place held in great esteem.
Now the wolf has never been.