I see time go away
Finding the day
Where I can be conscious to know who I am front of me
I hear my own voice
Fading egotism that makes me believe there is no more self-control of choice
I smell incense to be
Over cycles of birth and death through I can be.

I’ve been denying deep-seated delusions
Through my flux of illusions
But now I stop dreaming of what it could be my inner aware confusions.

I taste flavors of faith
Dodging my wraith
I used to be when I bided my time I didn’t blame
I touch the uncanny flame
That burns so deep in my never-perishing of being the same.

Seeing, hearing
Smelling, tasting
And touching now
To be dealing how
It’s somehow.

My days will be at peace
I will increase
To be enlightened through my ups and downs of being wise
My self will be the eyes
Through the mirror of consciousness with no untrue lies