After The Pretender by Jackson Browne
Most people live inside a house
Of their own and unknown making.
There’s nothing much they can do about it
Save for some last minute redecorating.
So they put their gross glasses on
And follow Maya until their life is done,
Then die and go to hell or heaven,
Get reborn and do it again.
They do it all again, Amen.
I want to know what became of the changes
We waited for love to bring.
Were they only the fitful dreams
Of some greater awakening?
I’ve been aware of time going by.
They say it can end in the wink of an eye,
But when a Mayavic sight comes slinking in,
We go out and do it again, Amen.
Why do we do it again and again?
Caught between the longing for love
And the struggle with desires and our gender,
Where the world takes aim and lays its claim
On the mind of the sanskaric spender
But there’s a path that may offer some light
And the things that money can’t buy,
But beware of false guides and spiritual pretenders.
Let’s be fair, let’s say a prayer for the pretenders
Who try to fake their way out of despair
Only to begin and end there.
Then there’s the laughter of God’s lovers
And their tears as they pass through the night.
There is nothing and no other
But still one has to fight
And tear away from the world with all one’s might
Till you wake up in the dream
And God is in sight.
I’m gonna find myself some Baba people
Who know what this laughter means
And we will do some service for Him
While we live out our lives in His dream
We will put our big girl panties on
And work in the world
Until our time has come
And if He asks us to be with Him
We’ll take form and do it again.
For Him we’ll do it again and again.
Some call us happy idiots
But they don’t know of His regal splendor.
In an Avataric age the saint and the sage
Don’t seem so true and don’t feel so tender.
Even the Perfect Ones can’t compare
To the glint in His eyes or the twist of His hair,
To say nothing of the Real Service only He can render.
So why care about the path or guru contenders?
Once God in human form has come along
You have only to surrender.
Say a prayer, and then surrender.
Oh the laughter of God’s lovers
And their tears through the night.
God is there, just surrender.
Say a prayer