You'd th nk, with HUNDREDS
of people flocking to yoga fest vals
'd be able to f nd someone
to talk to.
Dharma talks, people s t and l sten,
where do they go when they return home?
My door bell s s lent,
none enter to s t and further the talk.
guess 'll never reach Samad , passed by,
no one wants me to get there,
only myself,
guess 'll walk alone.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
You'd th nk, with HUNDREDS
of people flocking to yoga fest vals
'd be able to f nd someone
to talk to.
Dharma talks, people s t and l sten,
where do they go when they return home?
My door bell s s lent,
none enter to s t and further the talk.
guess 'll never reach Samad , passed by,
no one wants me to get there,
only myself,
guess 'll walk alone.
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