Blowing the ashes
Of the burning father
As the stream dies
Kiss your own finger
Whites of the eye
Looking where
The sun spots shine
There is nothing
That's all there is
Nothing held back
Flux
de Bardo Pond
Blowing the ashes
Of the burning father
As the stream dies
Kiss your own finger
Whites of the eye
Looking where
The sun spots shine
There is nothing
That's all there is
Nothing held back
