The Bird of Time
O Mother the bird of time flies
It doesn’t listen or say anything
Mother there are many tall pots
But it doesn’t sit on any of them
Every day the sun seeks to find
The direction in which it lives
It must come from somewhere it must go somewhere
There is never a day it rises or sets
They practice rituals, recite prayers and cook holy offerings
It doesn’t bite a bit
O Mother the bird of time flies.
It doesn’t listen or say anything
Mother I saw it with my own eyes
It passes through my heart
In this moment it buys love
In this moment it lives…
O mother the bird of time flies!
Oh God
O God! Your spinning wheel
Spun me today
I put all the balls of thread in a basket
Nobody went and nobody came
O God what happened today
With this person weaving the wheel
Nobody opened or closed the windows
And all of the colored benches were lazy
It’s getting crazy
To look for this weaver
Nobody gave anything and nobody asked
Nobody even heard a voice
The sky looked down and began to laugh
At the one who put up the roof
Oh God your spinning wheel
Spun me today
My Soul Became A Yogi And My Body Became Ashes
My soul became a Yogi and my body became ashes
What have you achieved
O Yogi, when you did your morning prayer
You earned the word and love of God…
Smoke rises and carries my God’s name
I can hear the instruments in my mind
The ember of God flares up inside me
Even the sky is brightened with this light
How did you remember God so that
Nothing is left a stranger to me!
My soul became a Yogi and my body became ashes
This is what you achieved…