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Traveling through a fabled land,
seeking the answer to karma
I heard stories of a holy man
who knew all the laws of dharma.
He lived atop a secret mountain,
the trail was hidden from sight,
beside a glittering fountain,
chanting mantras through the night.
I followed dreams and avatars
until at last I found the way.
He listened to me strum my guitar
as I wondered what he would say.
He opened his mouth to speak,
perched on that mountain crown,
and said in a voice tired and weak,
"Thank God. Could you show me how to get down?"
Last edited by Taylor514ce; 05-07-2008 at 11:03 AM.
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