
Tell me... do you still think only Buddhists have the patent? If you do, just give it up because that sort of thinking is a major obstacle to your practice.
His aging eyes grew dim and the lady that worshipped him
Sat cryin' on a chair beside his bed
Her hands caressed his brow and she said it's alright now
And as he slowly slipped away he said....
In my next life I want to be your hero
Somethin' better than I turned out to be
I've lived this life behind the plough and harrow
In my next life I'll make you proud of me...
