Enter into stage 3 it’s just like a sleeve
the valueless cover for an arm of dis-ease
a self propelled wheel can not conquer the world
you have to give up on the snake before the lion awakes
The Camel looks back -turns to salt -and all that is lack
one day can not but be filled
The concept of self one day will erase
You have not come as far as you think
The circle of fear again will appear cause it stinks
Divine is release when the ego plays’ cease
mystical incantation stillness and contemplation
delicate and flawless is only as far as a blink and that’s
when dichotomy will go down the sink
If it is valuable why is it solvent?
If it is valueless what do you call it?
From the script will appear
the ability to repair all that has ever gone wrong
Now , what the hell do you call that song?
How can all error repair
inside of a world that where nothing or no one can stay
then maybe-it’s all just a play?
How can something begin and then have an end and then has always have been?