thora

Mandala

Gavel to gavel and wood steadily meets wood
Like gravel is rock, can be covered by paper
Split by scissors, crushed by stone
And were there lawyers in Lhasa
Fighting words with mind?
You do not tamper with DNA in Vajrayogini's courtroom
She wears a mala of men's skulls around her neck
Will not settle for a headache
I make my case, then rest it, Tashi
We may be taken away
But it beats being one of those prisoners!
I dreamed Lhasa survived and it was warm
And naked women crossed paths with me
I admit to my surprise
There were no Transformers on that road!
And where are the yaks of ten thousand words
When They're hauling you off the happy trail?
So many Westerners on this dream route
The mandalas seem chaotic here
Bad medicine for the third eye
Will need dark glasses at these heights
Not to mention a tank
Survival of the fittest mind doesn't translate well to Henga
Yes, rock crushes scissors but paper conceals stone
And if there were no lawyers in Lhasa
It would've been your chi versus my prana
And Mahayana law would've had you
Drape yet another body over your soul's shoulder, soldier
Until the whole platoon arrived
Nirvana will descend to this, the world's roof
And spread to the eleven universes
And descend to the seven watery floors
Where even Neptune's tuning fork will resonate
With the healing chants of the Sangha

- Thora Zine