Urban Monk

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Dimple Sharma

Story

I don't think I'm alone in feeling like escaping the urban sprawl of the modern world, and recovering some of the lost energy that is so abundant in nature, yet so rare in the city. It is fitting that monks of all persuasions know the importance of separating yourself from the grasping "squirrel-trap culture", as Lovecraft called it. Urban Monk is about salvaging what we have left amidst a restless, samsaric world.

Lyrics

Letʼs move away together, we can live like two monks forever. The cityʼs a strange endeavour, always wanting more from the corporate war. Like moths drawn to a flicker, can we survive the depth of this winter? A dark age has surely fallen upon us, can we escape the sadness, get away from all the madness? The cityʼs a strange place, it seems itʼs the same wherever you go. People are grasping, at what, I donʼt even know. Prana is the power of life, the power of life, flows from the breath, the power of life. Prana is the power of life, the power of life, flows from the breath, the power of life. Be like the sun, giving it all asking for nothing. Still in the mind, beginning to find for what we are living. Retreat from it all, letting it fall while we are watching. Sounding the drum, the change has begun for what we are carving. Our own survival out of the modern world. We all, we need to get away. The cityʼs a strange place, it seems itʼs the same wherever you go. People are grasping, at what, I donʼt even know. The cityʼs a strange place, it seems itʼs the same wherever you go. People are grasping, at what, I donʼt even know. Letʼs move away together, we can live like two monks forever. The cityʼs a strange endeavour. Always wanting more, from the corporate war.

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