Now is over. The sea is almost gone, the moon is over the hills.
Green leaves in rectangular magnitudes cover the mist of my arms around you.
The sun is burning somewhere, someone is birthing right now and Ive never seen my kids, no longer.
Kind of a broken tooth, kind of a king, kind of a nothing. Me, me, and always me. I AM THE GOLDEN TORTOISE. Feed me for the sake of your own goodness. Shake yourself, move your inner feelings as you escape from your worse nightmares.
Be the rice of what my bed is made from, and follow the path of what is no longer there.
Oh golden egg, oh lord, you the carrier of the sacred sword, may your mercy upon them provides the peace that everyone is claiming. Oh lord, upon thee are my best dreams, I am not worthy of you hand on my existence.
Oh magnificent, embrace me with your glory, with your holy caress, be the light of the cry of the baby you were.
Theres is nothing but me, there is nothing without me. Now is the past of unpredictable fears, lets celebrate the joyful age.
Om shanti.
