Not Even the Tibetans will Touch this One

Exile Tibetans

What you are… is what you get.
What you fear… is who you are.
What is reflected in the mirror… is nothing,
compared with the dark … that is breeding in
those areas of yourself,
that you have stayed so… far away from,
kneeling in your churches, or within your new age circles,

and this time the evil is so… dark… that not even the Tibetans will touch this one.

The warriors, the Caboclos have conjured,
casting protection spells,
asking… that all that you have created… will come back to you.
Secret ceremonies formed in the hills,
candles and incense burning,
shadows move and eels of light, twist and turn,
spirits seeking direction…
while rings… sacred… worn on fingers… point… the way.

And you… you haven’t even visited.
To busy trying to prolong your life,
riding your bicycle or jogging past the homeless,
in a rush to Starbucks for your caramel frappuccinos.
Safe within in your houses, watching television,
watching Lawrence Welk reruns on Public Television,
trying to bond with a past you violently rejected,
you have denied the other’s individual freedom,
while professing your own.
You use the law… to circumvent the law.
Anal pornography dominates the adult video section
of the Family Home Video store,
while Old Yeller sits… yellowed and dog-eared on the shelf.

The law of karma, physics, and the Tao;

tells you,

For every action… there is an opposite… yet equal… reaction.

The warriors, the Caboclos know this
and they are watching it devour you.

For what you are… is what you get.
What you fear… is who you are.
What you created… is… coming for you.
Secret ceremonies formed in the hills,
candles and incense burning,
shadows move and eels of light, twist and turn,
spirits seeking direction…
while rings… sacred… worn on fingers… point… the way.

And this time the evil is so… dark… that not even the Tibetans will touch this one.

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