What thinks it’s me
Is thoughts, you see,
Springing up organically
From the soil
Of the mind
That lies before
Below, behind
Chorus:
And they all dance around
The sun is awareness
Each thought is a cloud
The sun bears witness to it all
And they all dance around
The sun is awareness
Each thought is a cloud
The sun bears witness to it all
What’s really me
Is also you
We’re the doer
Not the do
The open field
Where presence plays
The game that
Fills our endless days
Chorus
credits
from Trail Journal,
released November 26, 2020
Written by Lance Eads
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