Let's dispense the senses
Yes, let's find a middle way...
Draw lines around the emptiness
From dawn to dusk each day...
Let's shaken and awaken
From this walking waking world...
Come lucid in this game we play,
Wake up before we're old.
Our mind is renting space here on the bodies we reside...
Though a body's just a flow of transformation where we hide.
We'll sit in meditation
Ponder this here permutation
It's all just imputation
Not a lot of variation
But a constant combination all the same.
We're giving names.
Though who exactly are 'we' anyway?
Some subtle minds?
Or the collective light of where we stay?
It's seems for now,
We're locked in this continuum of nothing so I guess I'll have another cup of tea.