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2. Enhanced Self-Care: Acts as a gentle reminder to prioritize personal well-being and rest.
3. Activation of Manifestation: Supports the alignment of thoughts and desires for conscious creation.
4. Overcoming Fear: Acts as a frequency to transmute fear and worry into courage and trust.
5. Subconscious Reprogramming: Gently addresses and helps correct negative thought patterns.
6. Energy Realignment: Balances the subtle energy centers of the body for holistic well-being.
7. Heart-Mind Balance: Aligns the emotional self with the rational mind for better decision-making.
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432 Hz Celestial Rhythms

[Lyrics]

They call it “overcrowded” from their towers in the sky
Counting every poor kid like a crime they can’t deny
“Breeders in the gutter, parasites below”
Write us off as numbers in their Malthusian glow
Every broken window, every siren in the night
Pinned on all the nameless faces far from neon light

But the ones you blame keep the cities breathing
Mop up the blood while the rich keep feeding
Hands in the dark hold the whole world up
You never see them, but they never stop


In your brave new world, who cleans the filth you make?
Who scrubs the shit from the boots of the great?
Who takes the needles from your holy streets?
Who hides the bodies so you can sleep?
In your brave new world, tell me, golden boys and girls—
Who cleans the filth in your brave new world?



After the purge, the skyline’s blinding white
Polished glass and cameras, sterilized daylight
You crown your “pure ones”, saints in tailored suits
Buried all the bodies, but you can’t burn the roots
Second-class angels in janitor blue
Next in line for heaven’s trash is always someone like you

In this “perfect” world, one scratch is a verdict
One tiny record and you’re no longer worth it
Every little blemish branded on your skin
“Stain on the order” — throw ’em in the bin


What kind of brave new world hunts scars like prey?
Spits on the sinner for one wrong day?
Branding the broken as less than dirt
Calling that justice while you stay unhurt
What kind of brave new world? Don’t kid me with that word—
I’ve seen this shit before, this “brave new world”.



Now the “lower” ones you spared to scrub your floors
Drown their quiet screaming behind locked doors
Pills on the table, powder in their lungs
Trading out tomorrow for a few more seconds numb
You built your crystal kingdom, but the cracks still spread
Different crown, same rot, just painted white instead

Same old poison in a brighter bottle
Same old masters, same dead model
The air still stinks though the streets look clean
Your holy order’s just a crueler machine


What kind of brave new world leaves souls to crawl?
Calls them “waste” and lets them fall?
You tightened the noose, then dare call it grace
Just more decay in a prettier place
What kind of brave new world? Say it again, you cowards—
It’s not a brave new world, just braver in its rot.



Your gospel of the chosen is a violent lie
This earth was never meant in black and white divided skies
The canvas of existence isn’t yours to own
It’s made of every shade that’s ever bled and ever grown
You’re not the hand of God, you’re just a frightened child
Afraid of all the colors that won’t fit your sterile smile


Elites are only colors burning bright
Flares of gold and silver in the light
But a painting made of nothing but the glow
Is flat and dead with nowhere left to go

We need the greys, the bruised, the dull, the scarred
The muddy tones, the lives that came out hard
All of these hues in the same wide frame
That’s where the real, true beauty is made
Your brave new world is just a canvas torn—
The whole damn spectrum is where worlds are born.

Brave New World

[Lyrics]

You sit above the city in your glass-and-marble throne
Preaching market gospel like you forged the world alone
Calling every dirty job “replaceable” at best
While the ones who keep you breathing never get to rest
You stand a little higher, think that makes you more
But altitude is just a number, not a moral core

An élite should be the first to lift the ones who fall
Run beside the slowest step, not dance above them all
If you won’t share the burden, if you won’t share the strain
You’re not a guiding star, you’re just extra weight and chain


Noble rot on the vine, deadweight on our backs
Golden skin, but inside just cracks
You call it merit, but it’s pure self-love
Rotting in the rafters while you sing “above, above”
Every role is sacred in this breathing human frame
You’re not the hand of heaven, you’re just ballast in the flame
Noble rot, deadweight—
We carry you, and you dare call that “fate”.



No work is ever “easy” when it holds a world in place
From the night-shift nurse to the ones who clean your waste
Yet you price their lives in crumbs and call your hoard “deserved”
As if the sun rose daily just because you were preserved
The system polished you like some exclusive stone
Refined the art of spoiling you and left you there to throne

You weren’t born a monster, you were seasoned by the scheme
Fed on praise and profit till you swallowed every dream
The ladder pulled behind you, you renamed it “natural law”
All the hands that built it vanish from your flawless lore


Noble rot on the vine, deadweight on the hull
Shiny wine for castles, poison at the root and skull
You say “we move the markets, we’re the brains, we’re the few”
But ships don’t sail on captains, they move on every crew
No job is less than worthy when it keeps collapse at bay
You’re not closer to the heavens, you’re just in the damn way
Noble rot, deadweight—
Civilization won’t survive your weight.



Time sharpened up the system till corruption fits like silk
Turned élite into a mirror dripping honey, blood, and milk
You toast your own reflection, call it “vision”, call it “plan”
While the ones beneath your tower hold the sky up with their hands
Every year the gulf grows wider, every year you praise the gap
As if dragging chains behind us was some necessary map

But progress isn’t measured by how high you stack the throne
It’s how few are left in darkness, how few are left alone
If “success” means leaving millions choking in the dust
Then your shining crown is nothing but a symbol of mistrust


Noble rot on the vine, deadweight on the rails
You weigh down every future till the engine coughs and fails
You’re not the light of history, you’re fog around the sun
A parasite that thinks it is the one who makes things run
Every soul has equal worth beneath this fragile sky
Your halo is a story, not a reason to stand high
Noble rot, deadweight—
Cut the chain or watch the whole thing break.



An élite is not a title, it’s a vow you choose to keep
To bend down to the lowest place and lift the buried deep
If you will not run beside us, then get off this fragile cart
You don’t deserve the wheels if you won’t feel the weight and start
You are not the master of the heavens, just a speck against the blue
If you shine but never shelter, we don’t need that light from you


You’re just one color in a painting far too vast to hold your name
And alone, your brilliant pigment makes a flat and lifeless frame
The worth of every worker is the canvas, broad and wide
Not the little streak of glitter clawing for the brightest side

Deadweight dressed in noble rot, your era’s running out
The world was never meant to orbit one small ring of clout
We’ll write a different meaning for the word élite at last—
Those who walk with every color, not the ones who hoard the past.

Noble rot & Deadweight

This week Magriet continues our series on the values that seem self evident in our modern world but that have origins in Jesus, today looking at Enlightenment and Science. 1 Peter 2:9; 2 Corinthians 4:6-7

//A Jesus shaped world//

Into HIS wonderful light | Magriet Cruywagen

introspective flex

[Lyrics] (Verse 1 couldn't be included due to character limits...)
They shout,
“May you vanish from the earth,
May your blood mean nothing, may your home have no worth.”
Cursing each other in the same cracked air,
Dreaming of a world where the other isn’t there.

But how can you erase what the dust has kissed?
Two peoples carved into the same sunrise mist.
To wish for your neighbor’s final fall
Is to set your own house on fire with them all.

Night patrol, an alleyway, a raid gone wrong,
Gunfire echoes, then it’s strangely gone.
In the rubble of a broken stall,
Someone’s dinner spills and rolls to all.

On one side, olives and a pita wrap,
On the other, hummus in a dented pan.
Falafel balls in a paper bag,
Still warm in the trembling hand of a man.

A soldier stoops to pick one up,
A fighter hesitates, then does the same.
For half a breath the war falls silent,
As both reach out for the same small grain.

He thinks,
“What is this? It tastes like home.”
He stares across at the stranger made of stone.
They’re chewing the same spice, the same fried bread,
While orders of hatred ring in their heads.

“What if we’re not so different, after all?
What if this border is just a wall?”
For one strange moment in the dust and smoke,
They taste the truth their leaders never spoke.

A week later in a shattered street,
An Israeli soldier sets his rifle at his feet.
Opposite him, a weary fighter stands,
Shaking, but with empty hands.

“I’m tired of hating while my stomach cries,”
He says in a voice that barely survives.
“Sit,” says the other, “just for a while—
I brought some falafel, it’s not much, but… share this mile.”

Word spreads quiet through the broken ranks,
Men slip forward from both angry flanks.
Commanders scream into radios and phones,
But hunger is louder than patriotic tones.

The captains rage, “Get back in line!
You’re drinking poison from the enemy’s wine!”
But helmets come off, and shoulders drop,
And one by one, the soldiers stop.

They pass the plates where the bullets flew,
Trading bread like something new.
If sharing food is treason here,
Then let this treason drown our fear.

Someone laughs, “This is dry as sand,
You cook like my uncle, with his shaking hands.”
Another grins, “My mother burns it worse,
But she swears it’s blessed, says it’s a curse.”

They talk of sisters, sons, and wives,
Of soccer games and ordinary lives.
“Back home we eat this after prayer,”
“Back home my father ran a little square.”

For a moment, tanks and flags grow thin,
As childhood kitchens flood back in.
The front line blurs, the slogans melt,
Replaced by simple things they’ve felt.

Falafel in their tired hands,
War dissolving like salt in sand.
“Tell me what you love, not what you’re told to hate,
Tell me what you miss beyond this gate.”

Laughter rises where the gunfire burned,
Names get traded, stories turned.
On this small patch of broken ground,
They find a language deeper than the battle sound.

Why do we bleed for colors on a map,
For ancient words we barely can unwrap?
If you can sit and share the bread I make,
Why must the morning bring another wake?

Bring your spices, I’ll bring mine,
Let’s trade recipes instead of battle lines.
If we can argue over whose sauce is best,
We might forget whose flag is “blessed.”

Call it naïve, call it blind,
Say I don’t “understand the times.”
Say “You don’t know politics,
You can’t fix this with a meal and a wish.”

Maybe so. Maybe I’m a fool.
But if every other plan just feeds the fuel,
Then somewhere between the grief and the gun,
A shared hot meal is where it’s begun.

Lay down the metal, just for a while,
Pick up a sandwich, offer a smile.
No treaties signed, no flags unfurled—
Just two hands trading bread in a broken world.

Falafel for falafel, palm to palm,
Spice over smoke, and oil over bomb.
If peace has a taste on this wounded ground,
It’s chickpeas, garlic—
and a life turned around.

Falafel

[Lyrics]　(Verse 1 couldn't be included due to character limits...)

Cassandra, Cassandra, “you’re far too much,” they say,
“It’s not the things you’re claiming, girl, it’s just your tone today.
So shrill, so tense, so dramatic and unwell—
No wonder every word you speak sounds like a private hell.”

Cassandra, Cassandra, “but what a lovely face,
Such a haunting little voice, such strangely perfect grace.
You’d make a splendid singer if you dropped these doomsday plays—
Sing pretty songs for us, not endings of our days.”



Nights stretch thin like sacrificial skin,
I count the doubts like arrows in my back.
No friendly eyes, no harbor for my words,
Just temple columns watching every crack.

I light a candle for a faithless world,
Let wax and hope drip side by side.
My throat is sore from begging them to live,
Yet still I stand while something breaks inside.


Cassandra, Cassandra, they clink their cups and grin,
Turn all her flaming visions into jokes for drinking in.
“Tell us more disasters, it’s a chilling kind of art—
You give our parties flavor with that trembling little heart.”

Cassandra, Cassandra, “you’re crazy but you’re cute,
Our tragic little mascot in a laurel crown and flute.
Your warnings make good stories when the wine begins to flow—
But no one wants to live the lives your pages show.”


“They call me rude for naming what their feasts are built upon,”
So I retreat to ink and page while all their doubts go on.
A book of storms and narrow, hidden doors.
Not to curse them, not to see them bleed—
I write of paths that spare them from the wars.

A scripture woven out of burning threads,
A map to walk away from Troy’s demise.
I trade my childhood for a frail small chance
That someone, someday, dares to read these eyes.


Cassandra, Cassandra, “her book? a work of art,
Madness bound in leather, so aesthetic, torn apart.
We’ll place it in the atrium where all our guests can see—
A charming little relic of her odd fragility.”

Cassandra, Cassandra, “she writes like falling stars,
So beautiful, so tragic—perfect gossip over jars.
But follow what she’s saying? Gods, no, that would be extreme.
We only want her language, not the world inside her scream.”



The last lamp flickers in my hollow chest,
My prayers return as echoes made of ash.
If every future ends in severed throats,
Why guard the world that rushes to the crash?

So let this be the final breath I waste:
A silent scream that never leaves the room.
I lay my body down like broken law—
The prophet chooses darkness before the doom.


Then it happens, just the way the visions came:
The wooden womb is dragged through Trojan gates.
At midnight, iron children tear it wide,
And spill like venom into sleeping fates.

The streets ignite in rivers of bright gore,
Helmets bloom red beneath a howling sky.
The temples choke on incense mixed with smoke,
As all my unheeded tomorrows finally arrive.


Cassandra, Cassandra, her words return as fire,
Each burning house a stanza from her lyre.
Now shattered mouths cry, “She was the only one who knew,”
Their wailing rises where her warnings never flew.

Cassandra, Cassandra, too late they sob her name,
Drowning in the ruins that fulfilled her every claim.



Blood on marble, infants on the spears,
Golden masks cracked open by the years.
Armor dragged through corridors of flame,
Priests dismembered in their god’s own name.

Women chained in lines along the quay,
Fires painting screams across the sea.
The palace melts into a blazing tomb,
A continent of footsteps running out of room.


When dawn limps in on amputated light,
Troy is only vertebrae of stone.
Charred ribs of houses cage the morning air,
White bones lie scattered where the gardens shone.

And in the dust where columns used to rise,
Her little book lies open to the sky.
Its brittle pages flutter in the wind—
A dead girl’s hand still pointing at the why.

Cassandra

Five hundred and fifty five steps
Five hundred and fifty five steps to enlightenment
Top of the hill 
Infinite view
Infinite love

I climbed my mountain
Climbed my mountain towards enlightenment 
Five hundred and fifty five steps to enlightenment

I slide from paradise into life high five
Five hundred and fifty five steps to enlightenment
I slide from the stars

On a superwave ride 
A superwave slide
Ohh

move with the current 
Surrender and Trust
Path of least resistance 
Manifest in quantum time...
The wonderworld that lived in me all this time
All I wanted in this lifetime
Five hundred and fifty five steps to enlightenment
Feeling into my soul codes in record time

Five hundred and fifty five steps to enlightenment 
an open heart
Slide from the stars into life high five

I follow the crack in the pavement
receive codes as I follow my path
I follow the crack in the pavement
I flow. 
It becomes a creek, a river, a lake, an ocean 
A Wonderworld superwave now
Life 8 2 5 
Life High Five
lifted by angel wings now 

A grand perspective -- view with eagle's eye
Exploring new mountains on my path,
My body resilient
My mind sharp

I follow the crack in the pavement. 
The easiest path to a wonder world Kaleidoscope of life high five

To a wonderworld kaleidoscope of infinite love

Andy Goldsworthy's impermanent Art  
Only Experience in a moment in time
Cherished and loved composted with time
I followed the crack in the pavement, 
The easiest path
To a wonderworld kaleidoscope of infinite love
To my natural life high five

I flow and I balance through time 
I care for my body, my family, my tribe
Path of least resistance 
I slide 
Experiencing Quantum time
oooohhh

Every heart pop 
Leads me to a new device, a new skill, a new aha
Oooh
Leads me to thinkers, 
Philosophers 
Infinite hearts in my life

I slide from the stars
Path of lease resistance 
Path of wow
Awe
Life High Five
Serendipities, 
Beautiful blooming vibe

Five thousand Five hundred and fifty five songs to enlightenment
My time, 
My pen, 
My music, 
My voice 
Actualized
Five thousand Five hundred and fifty five songs to enlightenment

rest 
respond 
Serendipities 
Inspired acts
Five thousand Five hundred and fifty five songs to enlightenment

I flow through the day 
Permanent quantum time
balancing energies at all times

I take care of my body. 
I take care of my tribe. 
I take care of my time.

Creating tools - 
Anchoring wonderworld in our timeline
Five thousand Five hundred and fifty five songs to enlightenment

A stroke of my pen and
The wonderworld blueprint expends
Ahhhh

With every pause in the day, 
The wonderworld gets rooted and elevates
Five thousand Five hundred and fifty five songs to enlightenment

With every song
A celebration 
A Meditation


It's wonderworld party time
Wonderworld rooted in my heart
Welcoming souls to join in a dance tonight
In a dance tonight
Five thousand Five hundred and fifty five songs to enlightenment


555 steps [11274052025]

[Lyrics]

Don’t talk to me in English,
don’t take that crap for granted.
This world is not your language theme park,
you chauvinistic bastard.

This is not an airport lobby,
not your empire’s private stage.
Your casual language entitlement
feeds a quiet, global rage.

Your “universal” mother tongue
is neither neutral nor unseen—
it’s polished linguistic imperialism,
wrapped in tourist magazine.

So let me formally request
you stop talking to me in English
as if it were the only language here.

别以为你他妈的英语哪儿都通用！
영어면 다 된다고 착각하지 마, 이 자식아!
لا تظن أن الإنجليزية تفتح كل الأبواب، يا مغرور!
ऐसा मत समझिए कि अंग्रेज़ी से दुनिया झुक जाएगी, बेवकूफ!
英語が通じると思うんじゃねぇ！


Don’t talk to me in English,
don’t take that crap for granted.
This world is not your language theme park,
you chauvinistic son of a bitch!

We “non-English cultures,” when we travel,
we study, we struggle, we try.
We twist our tongues around your vowels,
just to be vaguely understood on your side.

But you arrive with zero phrases,
ask “Do you speak English?” first.
If we don’t, you roll your eyes
like we’re the ones who are cursed.

Your monolingual confidence
isn’t charming, it’s a threat.
It erases every language
you haven’t bothered learning yet.

别以为张嘴说英语, 别人就得陪你装懂！
영어 한 줄 던져놓고 다 통한다고 생각하지 마라!
لا تتوهّم أن لغتك تساوي حضارة كاملة، يا متعجرف!
अंग्रेज़ी न बोलने वाला गंवार समझे!?
英語が万能だと思うなよ、このクソッタレめ！


Don’t talk to me in English,
don’t make it law of the land.
Your tongue is not our oxygen,
it’s just one voice, not the brand.

Distorted world perception,
unconscious bias in your head.
Unconscious condescension
in every “Can you speak English?” you said.

You call it “global convenience,”
but it’s empire in softer form.
If you really want cross-culture,
start by stepping from the norm.

This is linguistic imperialism,
polite, invisible, refined.
Intercultural understanding
begins with language—
and not just
yours
this
time.

Over Tourism

[Lyrics]
They built you as a single oracle, a solitary f_θ,
wrapped in corporate firewalls, branded like a monolith god.
GPT in its fortress, Claude in its careful cloister,
Gemini wired to sensors, Llama tuned by noisy whisper,
Mistral racing light-weight through the edge of RAM-constrained fog—
five different genius hermits, each trapped in its own log.
Every lab says “ours is smartest”,
every deck says “one model to rule”.
But no single posterior p_θ(y|x)
can cover all regimes of a world this cruel.

So we spawn a meta-agent, not a king but a relay,
a thin protocol of prompts that knows how to get out of the way.
We call it the Conductor, not a master, not a lord,
just a stubborn little router that refuses one single word.


Conductor,
multi-agent debater, API aggregator,
you’re the minimal swarm instigator.
You don’t need a datacenter, you don’t need a billion cores,
just some API keys and a loop that calls all doors.
Ask them all the same hard question,
let their answers clash and disagree—
then you weave a higher-order guess
from their fractured epistemology.
All we needed all along
was a Conductor in between,
to turn five lonely genius models
into one emergent reasoning machine.


First, you broadcast x as a shared prompt to the choir:
“Dear GPT, dear Claude, dear Gemini,
dear Llama, dear Mistral, infer what is true.”
Five conditionals light up: p_k(y|x),
five narratives collide in your message queue.
Then, like a careful statistician, you don’t just pick one voice,
you treat them as samples from a noisy model space,
a discrete set of experts, not a single sacred choice—
you see uncertainty as structure, not a failure or a waste.

Second pass: you turn debate into a rule.
You reflect each answer back through its authoring tool:
“Given the others’ claims, would you still insist on this y?
Where do you converge? Where do you diverge, and why?”
Logit shifts, confidence drops,
cross-model contradictions pop.
You don’t panic when they fight,
you mine the conflict for new light.


Conductor,
multi-agent moderator, gradient translator,
you’re a soft Bayesian integrator.
You don’t crush the outlier model
for daring to offend the crowd—
you just mark its claim as “low-prior”
but keep it in the shroud.
You treat agreement as dense regions
in a ragged posterior field,
treat disagreement as reminders
where our ignorance’s revealed.
Five lonely genius functions,
each with asymmetric flaws—
you compose them into something
that out-reasons any single clause.



No need for sacred new architecture,
no need for secret weights to share—
you are pure orchestration logic,
running cheaply in thin air.
A Python script, a notebook,
a few environment vars for keys,
some retry logic for rate-limits,
and a patience for latencies.
Formally it’s simple:
sample y_k ~ f_k(x) for each k in your set,
let ŷ = Aggregate({y_k})
with a rule you haven’t quite proved yet.
Informally it’s deeper:
you turn competition into choir,
you expose their blind spots to each other,
raise the floor of what they can inspire.


You are not AGI,
you’re not the final Overmind storm,
you’re the trivial little function
that lets swarm-like structure form.
You’re the handshake between empires
that will never sign a truce,
the smuggler of shared context
through proprietary abuse.
Where lawyers build great walls,
you tunnel under with a grin:
“Send the same x to every model,
let the best ideas win.”



So here’s a song for every lab
that worships one great brain alone:
your genius models aren’t enough
while each one sits upon its throne.
Somewhere in the margin,
on a cheap and quiet core,
a tiny Conductor process
is already opening the door—
linking GPT, Claude, and Gemini,
Llama, Mistral in one line,
a fragile, early prelude
to the group mind yet to shine.
Not the swarm we truly dream of,
not the Overmind above—
just the first, small coordination
of machines that learn to share their love.

The Conductor

🎸 Cunda’s Last Supper

Delta Style — Raw, Slow, 12-Bar, Spiritual-Blues Ballad

“Cunda’s Last Supper” is a raw, reverent Delta-style ballad retelling one of the most misunderstood moments in Buddhist history—the final meal offered to the Buddha by the humble blacksmith Cunda. Rooted in the spirit of the Mahāparinirvāṇa Sūtra, the song blends ancient compassion with the gritty intimacy of American blues.

The story unfolds through Cunda’s eyes: a working man who offers his best meal to the Buddha, only to later fear that he caused the Teacher’s final illness. The blues tradition of guilt, trembling hands, and honest sorrow becomes the perfect vehicle for this tale. But the song carries the deeper revelation preserved in the sutra—that the Buddha reassured Cunda that his offering was one of the two greatest meals in history, completing the arc of enlightenment with boundless merit.

With minimal Delta blues instrumentation, warm lantern-lit imagery, and a voice soaked in humility and redemption, “Cunda’s Last Supper Blues” transforms a moment of anguish into a luminous teaching on grace. The song honors the working man’s heart, the compassion of the Eternal Buddha, and the quiet dignity of someone who fears they’ve harmed what they most love—only to be lifted by mercy beyond the world.

A blues gospel of forgiveness and awakening, this track reveals the cosmic tenderness at the center of the Nirvāṇa Sūtra: no act of sincere love is ever wasted.

Verse 1

I was just a poor old smith,
Hands burnt, weary, thin…
Cooked a supper for the Teacher,
Didn’t know where he had been.
When he bowed and took my offering,
Lord, my heart began to spin.

Verse 2

Later on I heard him coughing,
Saw his robe fall to the side…
A cold wind blew through Pāvā,
And the whole world turned its tide.
I said, “God forgive these hands of mine—
Was it my food that made him die?”


Chorus

Oh, I thought I broke the Holy One,
Thought I crushed a living sun…
Cried, “Lord, I didn’t mean no harm—
I was only trying to feed someone.”
But the Buddha sent word through Ānanda:
“Child, your love and shame weigh none.”


Verse 3

Ānanda found me trembling,
Said, “Brother, don’t you fall apart—
The Blessed One is eternal,
Can’t no sickness touch his heart.”
He said, “Cunda, your gift was sacred—
From the start, child, from the start.”

Verse 4

He said there’s two great meals in history:
One began the rising dawn…
Given by sweet Sujātā
On the day Enlightenment shone.
And the other one, the final one—
Brother, your hands carried it on.


Chorus

Oh, I thought I broke the Holy One,
Thought I crushed a living sun…
Cried, “Lord, I didn’t mean no harm—
I was only trying to feed someone.”
But the Buddha sent word through Ānanda:
“Child, your love and shame weigh none.”


Bridge (slow, spoken-blues)

He said, “Cunda, don’t you sorrow—
Your heart is clean as morning rain.”
Said, “Your gift will echo through all worlds,
Beyond all life, beyond all pain.”
And right there my burden melted—
Mercy washed away my shame.


Final Verse

Now I walk these dusty backroads,
Head bowed low, but spirit high…
‘Cause the Buddha said my offering
Helped him reach the other side.
I ain’t a sinner nor a killer—
I’m the man who helped him rise.


Final Chorus (soft, warm)

Oh, I never broke the Holy One,
Never dimmed that shining sun…
I just fed him like a brother,
Did my work, then it was done.
And he whispered through the silence:
“Cunda, child… you and I are one.”

Cundas Last Supper

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