Mortaljive: The Rest is Silence

There is no still point in all the Universe, and that is the rock upon which I stand

Thursday, July 04, 2013

Reach in, leave no trace

 

Your own impersonal Buddha
Someone who looks into space
Emotionless face
Your own impersonal Buddha
Someone who stares into space
Won’t leave a trace

Feeling all stressed
Always so depressed
Second guessed
Your life is a mess
To end all your confusion
Wave bye to illusion

Mind take a rest
While the ego plays chess
Look to the west
The sun does it best
Let go of your fear
Enlightenment’s here

Reach in, leave no trace
Reach in, leave no trace

Your own impersonal Buddha
Someone who looks into space
Emotionless face
Your own impersonal Buddha
Someone who stares into space
Won’t leave a trace

Feeling all stressed
Always so depressed
Second guessed
Your life is a mess
To end all your confusion
Wave bye to illusion

Mind take a rest
While the ego plays chess
Look to the west
The sun does it best
Let go of your fear
Enlightenment’s here

Reach in, leave no trace
Reach in, leave no trace 

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