madhuvan

always almost there…

that ledge is the only thing I ever see

born in the heat to keep it always out of my reach

grab on a hold each treasure while you go

before they turn to sand, this man is all alone

haze

what a storm, what a maze

which one 

which one which one's the way

lust

lost his trust

now roams the barren dunes 

bones continue to rust

up and down, up and down

up and down, up and down

we go

always almost there…

that ledge is the only thing I ever see

worn so hollow from that shadow over me

boundless above my ancient holds it close

over, still closer than I’ve ever known

well if I had it all, if I had it all

what life would leave me satisfied?

all of this gold, all of this gold 

it don’t weigh enough to make this life 

whole

shelter

something felt

sure

molten beads of His lotus feet

dangle by his belt

pure, pure, pure

Bhagavatam

dhruva, madhuvan

deep into the forest 

he will go

no more demon roars

that ledge is the only thing I ever see

born in the heat to keep it always out of my reach

grab on a hold each treasure while you go

before they turn to sand, this man is all alone

if I had it all, if I had it all

what life would leave me satisfied?

all of this gold, all of this gold 

don’t weigh enough to make this life whole