bring it on

i should be used to the impeccable timing thing. perfection doesnt mess around. in with the bad air out with the good, out with the good air in with the bad. dharma wheels turn as pilgrims are crushed under thier weight. thier bodies the cushioning for the Beloved's chariot. we are crushed but not broken. rise up from the muck to be crushed again...give us a chance to glimpse the wonder of your love, we need the chance...