Dandelion Mike

This child is singing into a dandelion microphone. His song is being simulcast into every planet of the cosmos. Can you hear it? He sings in the doo-wap of phonemic vibration, spontaneous toddler sighs and giggles containing the most powerful seed mantras of the Samma Veda and the Tantras. Hum, Dhum, Phwat, Soh, Hang, Bhak! Shooby! Just listen, don't translate. But if you must have words, then lowering the vibrations into 'English,' the song would say something like this:

 

'As all the waves in the sea are made of water,
so all the thoughts in the mind are made of silent awareness
resonating in its own boundless essential emptiness.
Therefor all thoughts are equally valid and equally meaningless.
And because every material form in human civilization
is a projection of thought, all forms are also essentially empty,
joyously frolicking in the ocean of consciousness,
like a mirage in the clear blue sky.
Therefor, why argue about anything? Just dance.
A nice man named Jesus told me this,
after he had drunk seven bottles of mysterious juice.'