Jordan's Ark Testo

A monk’s cloth, incense, a bowl of pumpkin broth
Shadow-boxing while punching soft
Study the crane and the white stork
Carrying grains during a nice walk
In the spiritual plane the butterfly changed to a nighthawk
By the springs the cat in the night stalks
Monkeys sleep in the trees above the monks and the keeper of bees
Silence, only eyes move as he reach for the tea
As they raise their cups, “brother, pour some for me”
He does, he portions, the pot is hot porcelain with designs of a tree On his back was a tat in Taiwanese
In the morning we tie up leaves
Fan the smoke, hands to throat, “now relax”
The cat always wait for the cobra to attack then reacts, reflexes
Before breakfast, tea beverage
“You need leverage, once again, together”
Breathing techniques, stress-free
“Practice over again then let’s eat”
Mental footage of the spiderweb that captures a bullet
They sat with the Buddhists, young yogis with sacks on their back, their feet were black, running over hot coal, bare-footed
The young man enters the temple every year, hooded
Technique in patterns
On a full moon on the right night, you can see the teacher glow like Goku, exchanging his spirit for the dragon’s
Pour oil in the lantern
Now, more practice
Sword and darts
The morning starts
Jordan’s ark
We walk away
Now the temples fall apart
Bamboo treehouse, samples of dry leaves out, to smell and taste complimentaries of Mr. [?]
To meditate and redial, then practice tai chi now
If you concentrate during the day, you can see owls
In a brown karate [?], bow
This is the white fox and the crane style
Practice from sun-up to rain clouds
Down the canal of my soul are the stories of five thousand scrolls
I’m giving thanks within the riverbanks
Lower my pot inside the water to sip a drink
The scripture synced, picture paints
The silver lotus
Kneeling soldiers in the field of roses
I reveal a soul of a billions poets from the planet of tea houses
Free mountains, three falcons
Song of the green islands
You’re strong but you need balance
The lord is my battle ax and weapon of war
First steps on the floor
Reflections on the wall
Shadows under the door
The pharaoh’s son-in-law
Like candles that the tea pour
The serpent coils, the tiger crouches
May you remain cautious in the rainforest
I am the goshu astronaut that landed on the planet of tea houses