Bringing the Mind Back Home

Trying to find kingdoms,

We watch an empire fall –

Silent, wailing ghosts that pass

Along graffitied walls.

We can’t define the feeling

That something’s gone too far—

Suspicion turns to knowledge, Ma

As space dust turns to stars.

Om Ma Nee Beng Mei Hung

Om Ma Nee Beng Mei Hung

(repeat)

Throughout this vast creation

The Word on deaf ears falls.

Monkeys chatter to themselves

And fail to hear the Silent Call.

In our re-creation we can manifest as Men,

Cast aside our foolish pride

And step inside the Sacred Hall again.

Om Ma Nee Beng Mei Hung

Om Ma Nee Beng Mei Hung

(repeat)

Shawn Hamilton, 1994