Kenshō

The First Thought
I bid my mind and body to drop off
To rise clear of even the finest dust, the finest dust

I see the essence, my first awakening
A transmission of light is beckoning me, beckoning me

The Kenshō
Do you feel the trees, sway beneath
The ebb and flowing winds of maturity?

Do you feel the breeze, shift with ease
Kiss the Sun and reflect your life in the leaves?

Would you believe that this subtle dream
Has more truth than reality could ever deem?

Water the seed, let the lotus breathe
It reveals the true nature of you and me

It reveals the true nature of you and me

The Attempted Understanding
I run my hands through the air
And although there's nothing there
I'm forming liquid thoughts in my fingers
And seeing glimpses of the truth out there

A hedonistic discovery, drowned in reality
What is this mystery that slips away
As these words spill from my lips?

Why do you grant me these mosaic eyes?
What is this mystery that slips away
As these words spill from my lips?
Why do you grant me
Why do you grant me these mosaic eyes?
What is this mystery that slips away?

The Exodus
So blinded by the Sun, my eyes refused to see the night
Perhaps if I embrace the elder Moon
I’ll understand what’s wrong and right

I’ve felt the wisdom of the kenshō
I hold faith in what was told
But as I leave the seed, my once mothering womb
For the first time I felt the cold

We emancipate and then suffocate
We emancipate and then suffocate
We emancipate and then suffocate