There is nothing to prevail
In this worldly affair of ours'
So, turn the senses inwards
There, in it's Nothing-ness - true joy can be found
Am I asking too much?
It's gonna turn out well, my friend...
Dwell in it, let it cover you all over
The Divine ecstacy is Real
Trust it through your Brain and Nerves
The hugs will finally embrace themselfs
There is no more I can say
Because One hand Loves the Other
You see the point, right?
What you see is it's not what you see.
Rather, a dwelling in a dwelling to be explored.
Sleep and repeat - there'll you find the Oracle.
See, now there is a nothing, in fact!
Unravel, my friend.
Sooner or later its' gonna be yours.
This treasure that you have faulted.
Take this electric mantra to higher platueus.
Then what you cherish most of all will be yours.
End.