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the beat poets - vipyasana lyrics

[verse 1: son of saturn]
no one can make you angry, son, you do it to yourself
it’s these futile moves to delve into cells
h+ll’s realms developing help they embellish the eloquence with selfish elements, compelling us to trail the dust of our construction
when everywhere i look i see the buddha true and living
it’s true i mix traditions but truth is not specific
to anything but you and how you choose to sense it
duality transcended, thе fallacies have shifted
vеils lifted, pinch you awake, [?] save our beings, introspection in sight
a life beyond the dream seems so far removed when we’re stuck right in the center
[?] it matters not a sliver, [?] lifts a certain rust, old fat black, pass that fat cap
watch my back, the beast is lurking
freehand burners on your consciousness
so long the gods and goddesses, we bondage sh+t

life is but a breath
a second stretch in the grand scheme
you walk the middle path
the simple practice is flashing
within the individual
bridge to ritual chanting
we strip away the mental
we see emptiness dancing
[verse 2: bliss]
your life is unique, your life is your own
no one can tell you how to seek or tell you how to grow
i walk along the simple line of intellect and consciousness, and that’s bliss
not ignorance
trolling on the lands of planned derelicts or the [?] schemes that deem my means meaningless
seeking less and profiting more
feeding less and conquering more
i’m here to settle the score and blast back those who peddle the lore of the fast track
i make phat tracks but it’s so much more than that
flashback to twenty years back, i was just a young’un homeless in a park, living with a backpack
don’t know what’s better, being awake or asleep
but i could never go back to being fake with the sheep
i guess i’ll just continue to stroll along my path, hoping that all that i ask will be answered by my last gasp
grasping at the concepts of being an individual
still learning, always a student, remaining livid, yo
building with my brother [?] of the spiritual
enjoy the imagery, speaking symbols like a sigil
riddle me this: if conflict didn’t exist, would we still need justice? would life without money be stressless?
i guess we’ll never know the real sequence
but be blessed and enjoy the breaths that you have left

[hook]
life is but a breath
a second stretch in the grand scheme
you walk the middle path
the simple practice is flashing
within the individual
bridge to ritual chanting
we strip away the mental
we see emptiness dancing
life is but a breath
a second stretch in the grand scheme
you walk the middle path
the simple practice is flashing
within the individual
bridge to ritual chanting
we strip away the mental
we see emptiness dancing

[outro: bliss]
just take your time
universal truth is hard to find
insight is yours
no one to follow
reality so hard to swallow
son of saturn and bliss gonna blow your mind

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