I vibrate at the depth of matter (I'm back where nothing matters)
At the rough edge of reality (I became the ancient wanderer)
A chair, a bed (a book, a wall)
My laughing Buddha on the ledge (and Buddha laughing)
And the proud sky glow (I heard the unsaid)
Cut into the frame of my window (and I learned from it)
I saw the unseen (but I saw the unseen)
The truth that's always obvious (the truth that's never obvious)
When beauty's lost to our lips (when beauty's lost to our lips)
It surely will be missed (it surely will be missed)
When love is lost and gone (when good and bad)
There is no holding on (dissolve into one)
In the wilderness of my time (they're indecipherable)
Man's rage for chaos (it fuels our rage for chaos)
Blurs that simple vision (but if I separate the all from the one)
But if I root myself in stillness (and root myself in compassion)
One by one the circles of confusion fall away (there is no end to free)

And the truth remains, truth remains
Truth remains, truth remains
Truth remains, truth remains
Truth remains, truth remains