154.PAGODA
Pagoda Me and you in the Grow up, grow up with a clenched hand Mahasratha To flourish, Dreaming one night From the Enlightenment the gray, blossom, As always empty So that we don't get dazzled To the rhythm of the Gon, looking at us from bottom to top No window in the wall In the fantasies of ecstasies Stuck like crushed. Grow on the silver sand of sobriety, Scales of the erupted up to From her come out the whitish basins, the dome Then, Of the sangha. Of you, Erecting dharma Harmonies of all eyes. octahedron. Dreaming of not looking at each other, closing thetripitaka. clip from the pagoda, For the poster and dad You have left the Steep, ravine. bodhisattha, The stones in you To be the mask and the Shivering in the sun breastplate, All lying around talking To blind the sensitive, To the reef on the coral. With the shine that you Stuck in the have abandoned from The scales of the kundalini. within. The bells, The bells, The bells and You and I soma.
Me and you in the Mahasratha Dreaming one night As always empty To the rhythm of the Gon, No window in the wall Stuck like crushed. Scales of the erupted up to the dome Of the sangha. Erecting dharma octahedron. tripitaka. from the pagoda, You have left the bodhisattha, To be the mask and the breastplate, To blind the sensitive, With the shine that you have abandoned from within.
