04-19-2021, 10:00 AM
The Gospel of Lazarus
Wasted away
I finally passed on,
leaving my diseased body behind.
I was four days into the Bardo
past the deep numinous blue
and I didn’t flee from the white light
of my evil deeds,
I overcame my fondness for Hell.
My name had been called,
the six bodies of enlightenment were shining on me.
My sister shows up
with this song and dance magician
from Nazareth, he drags me out of Bardo
away from the clear light
back into the husk of flesh,
and I said to him,
“Who do I have to pay
To get out going through
these things twice?”
Wasted away
I finally passed on,
leaving my diseased body behind.
I was four days into the Bardo
past the deep numinous blue
and I didn’t flee from the white light
of my evil deeds,
I overcame my fondness for Hell.
My name had been called,
the six bodies of enlightenment were shining on me.
My sister shows up
with this song and dance magician
from Nazareth, he drags me out of Bardo
away from the clear light
back into the husk of flesh,
and I said to him,
“Who do I have to pay
To get out going through
these things twice?”