I am not always feeling it but my mind always knows
That beyond this illusion flies a mystic black Crow
Then I ponder the sky in which the Crow flies
In the eighth color clear of it all just outside
When I look who is watching and what is aware of that too?
When I sing, who is listening and what carries the tune?
As the question is asked the answer encoded within
And the high mountain peak is where it begins
To the void goes a howling from deep down in Wolf heart
A mantra so ancient that it ripples, to waves in ocean dark
To some his teeth smiling as they remember past lives
To others he threatens as they've believed their own lies
Every star is connected to each tiny grain of sand in your toes
A hexagram sparkle from a point on a pentagram shows
Buddha holding Krishna in the eye of a Fish on Wolf's nose
Cold, black, and wet reflecting a full moon as it glows
Cat whisker ray of sunlight through fluffy clouds down of Owls
Falls to colored leaves sailing winds from Wolf throat as he howls. Four Eagles(
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