Here we are now in this moment conscious and perceiving Why am I ? That’s why For an instant everything opens up unfolds and reveals a glimpse of itself. It’s mirrors reflecting mirrors reflecting mirrors There is a secret here A great and terrible, beautiful mystery There for the sake of itself The question is the answer is the question Circles circles circles Life is an old clay pot Time is an old vase Don’t forget It’s a game of permissions Loving and hurting and killing Then loving again Horrible painful, Spiteful remorseful, Terrible beautiful love At the end of our lesson We’re all together It’s okay, there’s love here, underneath At the end we see it was a game of permissions I’m sorry…why did you do that?… I was so mad at you…It’s okay, I love you All is well
