And yet still that emptiness
Brings reprieve
For beneath it are those things
That we need to awaken the
Mind and in new direction find
The purity of it all
The love the blessing
The rise and the fall
And life continues beneath
The mist of illusions and I
Listen as the people shout
We can see clearly when they
Know not where they be
The never ending pain of love
The purity that is able to see
Beyond the mist of time
And mans confusion of that
Thing we love to call mind