Rain, it's just God's tears. I know a shamanic Navajo rain dance that hasn't just blown minds, it's blown ducts, tear ducts.


Sri cosmic sea, all is within you
As in a dream, I'm but a wave to...

Thе architects of consciousness
A hymn of birth wherе we exist
A sacred path, a tender wish
The ebbing tide, the moon eclipsed
An astral energy emits
A floating lotus edifice

Our karma's all been burned
The molecules emerge
In a world beyond this world
We dare, speak the word
King of those who know
Into the pure abodes