Be

In a story written by a madman,
Illusion creates new worlds every moment, every day.
When the rainbow bubble bursts, who is to blame?
There are no answers or explanations, all dogma disappears-
Only emptiness and silence remain:
This has lost its tongue and forgotten its name.

Beneath dust and leaf and river and sky
Suddenly the sacred bones of eternity shine bright:

What a sparkle in this wordless bliss!
Mind still like a mirror lake
Breathless wonder overflows
How can anything begin to describe this?

Be.
This is all there is.