"Marching to Zion with the heart of a lion I’m a different kind of soldier, brushing dust off both my shoulders
I shall disappear in endless time, mine is yours and yours is mine
All aboard, strike the chord of sunshine
I’m beginning to find the beauty in the scripture, beginning to find the formula, beginning to find the mixture
I shall whisper to the misters and to every single sister of how the King of Kings sings and how He’ll lift you
Om Sri Ram Jai Ram Jai Jai Ram Bhajelo-ji Hanuman Sita Ram Sita Ram
I’ll give thanks and praise ‘til my heart is ablaze with the fire from Hil Holiness, this love it shall not fade."
Trevor Hall, “My Baba (Live)”
6 notes, September 11, 2011

