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