| What do you want to know about meditation?
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| What do you want to know about the brain?
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| I only went looking for these things
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| When I knew I was going insane
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| I thought my mind would grow calmer
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| Like a pond in the morning rise
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| But as the years went longer
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| The wisdom was but a disguise
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| It was me
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| A masked version of love
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| A heart behind a stone
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| Attempts at intertwining
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| Were at best a distant tone
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| Long before I could tell
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| A footless one I became
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| Traversing the world far and wide
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| The ground I could not name
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| It was me
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| A touch of the toe on the earth below
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| Would sting like the hottest of coals
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| What good was it to feel a body
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| When I could rest inside my soul
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| What good is a soul without a body?
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| What good is god without your mind?
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| You can’t believe in nothing
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| If you can’t feel what’s inside
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| It was me
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| Sensation o sensation
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| A mystical conversation
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| What told me I knew the answer?
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| When I was so far from creation?
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| Tethered to the contemplation
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| Of a thought galaxies away
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| There was nothing out there
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| There was nothing in here
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| And nothing is here to stay
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| That was me
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| All I know is a feeling
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| It makes me feel good or bad
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| I don’t know what those words mean
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| And I don’t know what I am
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| But no longer I look for the answer
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| From whence I did before
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| Like a gust of wind on a hot summer’s day
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| I become the dust once more |