(Hwayugi)
Invocation
तुष्यत देव देवेश अन्याः
श्रेष्ठाः च द्वादशाः ।
मोक्षयात तापात्दीनान् श्रेयसि यान्तु ते सदा ।।
मोक्षयात तापात्दीनान् श्रेयसि यान्तु ते सदा ।।
Tale
I dreamt I was Indiana Jones
Chased by a rolling stone
But the tunnel was a Mobius strip
And there was no way back home
Chased by a rolling stone
But the tunnel was a Mobius strip
And there was no way back home
The ceiling was broken in parts
Opening out to the sky
Opening out to the sky
But for the purpose of escape
It was just a bit too high
It was just a bit too high
On and on and on again
I ran then fell then walked
As soon as I thought it was gone
The stubborn stone appeared
I ran then fell then walked
As soon as I thought it was gone
The stubborn stone appeared
Unable to run, unable to rest
Too hopeful to die
I was trapped in this cycle
Too weary even to cry
Too hopeful to die
I was trapped in this cycle
Too weary even to cry
Cornered then I had no choice
But to turn around and look
And observe my nemesis
As the ground it shook
But to turn around and look
And observe my nemesis
As the ground it shook
And I found the boulder then
Was of a curious sort
Just slow enough to outrun
But too fast for comfort
Was of a curious sort
Just slow enough to outrun
But too fast for comfort
So placing my trust in my brains
And my heart in my hand
I braced myself for impact
Making it my last stand
And my heart in my hand
I braced myself for impact
Making it my last stand
Lo and behold! The boulder bold
Stopped right there in its track
The walls all came tumbling down
And I woke up on my back
Stopped right there in its track
The walls all came tumbling down
And I woke up on my back
This parable that Morpheus wove
I do now understand,
The Gods may write a cruel fate
But not one we can’t stand
I do now understand,
The Gods may write a cruel fate
But not one we can’t stand
With pluck and smarts and faith besides
All doom is overcome
The monkey with the heart of stone
Will to the monk succumb
All doom is overcome
The monkey with the heart of stone
Will to the monk succumb
Epilogue
I am no good at verse or to converse (to), but around good
company I begin to think that although no meteor may cross my sky, the stars
will always be bright.
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