Munro

Indian Colours

Take your mind through the Boundaries of reality

what you feel you don’t always touch

overlook the small distractions within your eyes 

what you see , you don’t always  see

 

over ride the commotion of sound through your eyes 

what you know you don’t always learn 

put out the fire of dillusion and fear 

what you live , you don’t always know life 

 

chorus 

Indian Colours , direction of mothers 

born through the pass of the spine

living through sleep , keeping the keep

giving the give , we reap where we leap

 

inside you could be a Guru , before a God 

outside you could look, like you arrived before the spot 

within without time , can’t take control 

you live under a world , over a hole 

 

chorus 

you can ask , but your tongue won’t always say 

you can see , but there won’t be a day 

you can leave ,but the place you won’t ever know 

you can’t be here , before your there will show 

 

 

 

Comments5

  • Robert Haigh

    This has a kind of zen vibe to it. I like it!

  • Munro

    Thanks Robert , I found an Indian
    In tuning BADGAD , I had a seance with the guitar instead of a weegee board , it all means something , it’s a spirits words

  • Munro

    Thanks Robert , I found an Indian
    In tuning BADGAD , I had a seance with the guitar instead of a weegee board , it all means something , it’s a spirits words

  • Neville


    I have always said that even if one had a dozen eyes, noses, ears & sets of taste buds, that would not be any where enough to capture all the sights sounds, tastes and smells of any particular vista or view ............................... I may be barking up the wrong tree .., but I'm a pussy cat really ............. 🙂

  • Munro

    Dr.Clampbrain my psychiatrist who’s here with me now , totally agrees ,
    Multiple organ enhancement
    Brings happiness



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