Om

What do you think of it?

To do this in two minutes, eternity in an hour

It's almost impossible, of course, to describe it

You can only say: It isn't, it isn't

Trying to tell people what it is

Well of course, I don't know any of our friends which haven't said

This one thing in common

Well, I never knew anything like this in the whole of my life

And one or two people have said to me, I've said it to myself

That's what death is going to be like, and oh what fun it would be!

How do you mean that?

Well I mean that there are the colours, the beauties, the designs

The beautiful ways which things appear

People themselves, common people, appear fascinating

Intressing, mysterious, wonderful

But death's only the beginning

Suddenly you notice there aren't these separations

That we're not on a seperate island shouting across to somebody

Else and trying to hear what they're saying, and misunderstanding

You know, you use the word yourself

Empathy

This thing's flowing underneath, we're parts of a single constant

It meets underneath the rock

And with that goes such delight, a sober certainty of wainting bliss