After fire comes the rain The rain washes away The blackened soil. In the distance the process starts over again.
Near the pyres the women weep Their tears hiss in the flames And in the smoke there's a signal For their sons and daughters to...
Take cover. Unless you are On the right side Of the fight. But who is right? And where is wrong? This koan Is easier Said than known.
A lonely mariner Dreamt a little dream Wherein he was the subject Of an old song Lamenting the sea. "keep eyes on winds and tides, Neither good, bad, right or wrong. There's a storm ahead in the distance, Tell the stowaways to...
Take cover. Unless you are On the right side Of the fight. But who is right? And where is wrong? This koan Is easier Said than known."
Dance while the devil sleeps After fire comes the rain. Look in the smoke for a signal.
