To rise in the morning
And greet a gift that will never turn to stone
In the midst of a churning sea
We call to a home
The words that are spoken turn to ash
And it is with this ash that Rampriya anoints his heart and mind
Soothing the pains of separation
Like Himalayan snow on fire
Mother knows all things
The field, flower, and seed
The thought, word, and deed
We've already been there before
Rampriya Says
There is nothing more to say
The thought, word, and deed
We've already been there before
Rampriya Says
There is nothing more to say
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