Golden Buddha, vision of peace,
Sitting on a lotus that vibrates
From a valley of rainbows and rivers,
The sun your mandala, the air your shield,
You pull my thoughts like a magnet,
Taking me back, to that eye in the storm,
To the center of the universe,
Where time evaporates, like my anxiety,
Dissipated through a tsunami of focus.
Each breath is an antidote for the thunder,
Resounding from the drift, far away,
Rippling across America those dark clouds,
Brewing unrest and casting judgment.
The ground shakes, I will not fall,
The Earth moves, I will not go with it,
Time marches forward, I will embrace peace,
Treasure is abundant, I will resist temptation.
Some are rich with gold, but yours is truth,
Indeed, you have given me all the gold
I will ever need, my prince of Nepal,
For I am a rich man at heart, victorious,
Embraced by your light at the nexus,
Bathed in compassion and brilliance,
Vibrating at the frequency of stillness.
Sitting on a lotus that vibrates
From a valley of rainbows and rivers,
The sun your mandala, the air your shield,
You pull my thoughts like a magnet,
Taking me back, to that eye in the storm,
To the center of the universe,
Where time evaporates, like my anxiety,
Dissipated through a tsunami of focus.
Each breath is an antidote for the thunder,
Resounding from the drift, far away,
Rippling across America those dark clouds,
Brewing unrest and casting judgment.
The ground shakes, I will not fall,
The Earth moves, I will not go with it,
Time marches forward, I will embrace peace,
Treasure is abundant, I will resist temptation.
Some are rich with gold, but yours is truth,
Indeed, you have given me all the gold
I will ever need, my prince of Nepal,
For I am a rich man at heart, victorious,
Embraced by your light at the nexus,
Bathed in compassion and brilliance,
Vibrating at the frequency of stillness.
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