Singing Bowl by Ahana

I did believe
In more than the world
But I have found more to it than more than it
And I do not need reminding
That everything is everything
From you who gave me one thing to be
Dream is my partner, not my jailer
Light is much darker when it's favoured
And there isn't only now
And now is not the truth
And my body really does belong to me
Time ended at midnight
And seemed to stay that way for years
I couldn't wait any longer
For the sun to take me home
I swear
I could hear oranges
I swear
I could taste clouds in my nose
I dig my heels into my hands
My waist into the ground
A seed into the sea
I dig my heels into my hands
My waist into the ground
A seed into the sea
And I peer into the singing bowl
I can touch sound
I can hear touch
I can see now
You don't know as much as you talk about love
Floating above, unspecific
I cannot live unspecifically
My kindness, the sweetest that I've ever known
Did you know you're important
Did you know you wouldn't know
Magic if it lived with you
Magic, oh it lives with you
Tragic how it waits for you
And I feel into the singing bowl
I take back the word and I put it in the earth, saying:
Om paramaat mane namah atha
Paramaatman is me
Om paramaatmane namah atha
I am bowing to me
Atha bowing down, down, down
To the banyan Tree
Atha bowing down, down, down
Banyan tree
Be me...

• Folk
• acoustic folk
• folk
• freak folk
• fusions of all mentioned
• indian classical
• indie folk
• sitar
• tabla
• United Kingdom