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Beyond the lights and glare and joyous cheers Outside the pretty things prepared to tear It glows without joules or generators Without lists and traditional movies between gathered gifts and exhalations mini mall masses travel plans, traffic makes meaning of monotony, trees of woods burning bright before menorahs first light unquantified warmth while tilted from sun unnamed it's ether a summoning drum Before Christ birth or Alleluia sung Close your eyes and see from glance where it comes More precious than 34th street miracles the motivation of cold breeze on leaves The reason for seasons found in unity Where shepherds staff birth red white epitaph Where plants of poison rosy the living When wise men exodus for genesis Seven lights or Nine or just one big star matters not the name or time frame in bloom indiscriminately celebrate the Ohm
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
Raga for Christmakwanaka
Beyond the lights and glare and joyous cheers Outside the pretty things prepared to tear It glows without joules or generators Without lists and traditional movies between gathered gifts and exhalations mini mall masses travel plans, traffic makes meaning of monotony, trees of woods burning bright before menorahs first light unquantified warmth while tilted from sun unnamed it's ether a summoning drum Before Christ birth or Alleluia sung Close your eyes and see from glance where it comes More precious than 34th street miracles the motivation of cold breeze on leaves The reason for seasons found in unity Where shepherds staff birth red white epitaph Where plants of poison rosy the living When wise men exodus for genesis Seven lights or Nine or just one big star matters not the name or time frame in bloom indiscriminately celebrate the Ohm
The form is based on the Indian Raga in a pattern of ten. To and From Ravi. Dhaynavad, Shalom, and Rest In Music.
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
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