Tread Barefoot on The Broken Glass
Tread barefoot on the broken glass.
Control the mind, let sensation pass
In sweetness as you learn the art
Of mystic love within your heart.
Feel the joy as you meditate,
Release your cares to levitate.
All hidden woes you can erase –
Let the inner soul chant in praise.
This is the perfect state of mind
For dreamers of a certain kind;
Self-obsession in poor Nepal
Will make job worries start to pall.
[But what’s that thought that comes to my mind?
Last night you said I was unkind!
If that’s true let me trick you well:
‘Cause it’s all a con – it will hurt like hell!