Existing naturally within a skin of truth,
The man waits empty,
By the zenith of his mind.
And in the waiting he receives a Visit,
With open ears, and he is Merged.
The River doesn’t fight the rocks.
Existing naturally within a skin of truth,
The man waits empty,
By the zenith of his mind.
And in the waiting he receives a Visit,
With open ears, and he is Merged.
The River doesn’t fight the rocks.
Nor do the rocks fight the river