I look in the mirror, and what did I see?,
A little old woman, who looks like me;
Wrinkles, brittle bones and graying hair,
I

The Real Me

Ever felt cold, in the warmest of weathers?
Ever felt dead, within a living soul?
I have, 'coz my life serves no

The young man sat and gazed at the sea
He pondered his fate
'Neath the sycamore tree
In the shade 'neath the sycamore tree
He

Stepping outside, to see the beauty that surrounds me

Each color of the world is an expression of something deep inside

~NO BODY~

Interpretation s of spiritual revelations,
beyond the illusion of time and reality
I am the master of understanding,
as