There is a game we all play, and it’s called life.
This life is full of pain; we dwell on its strife.
We think we are who we are, but we’re wrong.
It is just a delusion and a bad song.
We live from the moment of birth until death.
Our lives are just illusions, just like I said.
The time is not real, don’t make a big fuss.
The now just past, and then, might pass over us.
I am not me; I am billions of my cells.
Every cell is alive, casting its spells.
We think we have the free will to do it right,
It is not all true, we think it’s alright.
Your look is glorious, peel off the disguise.
To see all the beauty, no need to have eyes.
We see with blinded eyes; we think we can see.
We are just a drop of water in the sea.
Do not take all the words as though they are right,
The darkness will cover when we kill our light.
Sit down and be quiet, you will hear more.

The silence that you hear is worth hearing for.
No need to travel east, west, south, or way north.
If you travel within your journey will worth.
The quest must be for love, in love you will find,
You are part of the good, good, undying mind.
There are false teachers and fake prophets of doom.
The bogus promises of bliss, or dark gloom.
Try not to resist, let life become you.
Within a drop, you’re ocean, you are true.
Real filth is within; no soap can endure.
Only love is the one that cleans it, for sure.
It is easy to love greatness, that sublime.
Both of them are within you at any time.
We are all unfinished work till we are done.
We’re all single dots, along, within one.
The oneness is within you, and you are true.
You are it, and it is us, and we are too.
Worry not that the road is harsh and uphill;
do not go with the flow, be that flow, at will.
We are all so connected, all within one.
We are all in the dark, even, there is sun.

Listen, you’ll hear music that it is far,
The closer that you get, you’ll see where we are.
There is no death because life is so obscure,
We don’t know what our life is, but we endure.
We seek God, but we don’t know what the God is,
We think he looks like us, and all, it is, his.
We know his place; we know his love and his will.
Just find him in your heart with peace and goodwill.

Haloo,