Vanessa Daou Follow

I vibrate at the depth of matter
I'm back where nothing matters
At the rough edge of reality
I became the ancient wanderer

A chair, a bed, a book, a wall
My laughing Buddha on the ledge
And Buddha laughing
And the proud sky glow
I heard the unsaid

Cut into the frame
And learned of my window
From it I saw the unseen
And I saw the unseen

The truth that's always obvious
The truth that's never obvious
When beauty lost to our lips
When beauty's lost to our lips

It surely will be missed
It surely will be missed
When love is lost and gone

There is no holding on
Dissolve into one
In the wilderness of my time
They're indecipherable

Man's rage for chaos
It fuels our rage for chaos
Blurs that simple vision
But if I separate

But if I root myself
The all from the one
In stillness and root myself
One by one

In compassion
The circles of confusion
There is no end
Fall away to freedom
And the truth remains

I vibrate at the depth of matter
I'm back where nothing matters
At the rough edge of reality