Your New Age
Is neither new
Nor will it last an age.
You ride a pendulum
On a clock wound
To run for eternity.
Your despair has
Today turned to hope.
Tomorrow it will
Turn back again.
The walls of oppression
You tear down here
Will be rebuilt
There.
The meek shall
Inherit the earth
Then the clever ones
Will take it back from them.
The torture chamber
Will empty
And refill.
A disease will
Be conquered
And a new one will
Appear to take its place.
This strikes you
As a bleak vision
But Ram Tzu knows this…
It is your hope for a better future
That keeps you in chains today.
RAM TZU
TRU Meditation 