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The Bible's blind, the Torah's deaf, the Qur'an is mute,
If you burned them all together you'd be close to the truth, still
They're poring over Sanskrit under Ivy League moons,
While shadows lengthen in the sun.
Cast on a school of meditation built to soften the times,
And hold us at the center while the spiral unwinds.
It's knocking over fences, crossing property lines,
Four winds cry until it comes...