Padma, padma, padma,
on the cusp of bloom
after millennia
of cultivation
upon the weaver's loom.
Oh this urge to push and prod and force with all my might,
let me resist with peaceful heart and watch you turn toward light.
on the cusp of bloom
after millennia
of cultivation
upon the weaver's loom.
Oh this urge to push and prod and force with all my might,
let me resist with peaceful heart and watch you turn toward light.