I don't have epilsepsy
but I almost did
Gazing upon illuminated radiance I could not understand
one side shown favored, and another was darker
It only makes sense in sips and gulps
So do I drink it slowly
But if I ever chug, I decompose
into chaotic spin! -- the many elements that make me
Further I down the tea, the more love is apparent
God I love my lover, and through her, the world!
Or is it the other way around? I don't know
A wise Sikh once told me there isn't much difference
As he said this, he was holding his golden spear
His knuckles dusty, skin drawn taught against his bones
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
I don't have epilsepsy
but I almost did
Gazing upon illuminated radiance I could not understand
one side shown favored, and another was darker
It only makes sense in sips and gulps
So do I drink it slowly
But if I ever chug, I decompose
into chaotic spin! -- the many elements that make me
Further I down the tea, the more love is apparent
God I love my lover, and through her, the world!
Or is it the other way around? I don't know
A wise Sikh once told me there isn't much difference
As he said this, he was holding his golden spear
His knuckles dusty, skin drawn taught against his bones
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