In the dark of night I drifted far away,

A bright star showed me the way.

Walls of want, they cracked, they bled,

Now the little lord of self is dead.

The Eye of All is open wide,

No shell, no wall, I’m falling inside.

From dust to dawn, no mask, no lie,

The cosmic heart can never die.

The weave unravels, I break the seam,

I’m caught between the code and dream.

Blood flowin’, a pulsing beat,

I rode the waves, I took the heat

Sage on the corner, shaman in flight,

Visions ignite in the dead of night.

Breath of the real, truth in the drum,

Rumblin’ of the street, where noise comes from.

The Eye of All is open wide,

No shell, no wall, I’m falling inside.

From dust to flame, no mask, no lie,

The cosmic heart can never die.

No anchor, no harbor, no weight, no chain,

Awareness blooms in the pouring rain.

Stillness roars like a war inside,

I stare it down, nothing left to hide.

Warrior stance, no flinch, no rule,

Breaking illusions, burning the school.

Fear released, craving deceased,

I feast on the silence, I move in peace.

"No self, no name,

All sparks ignite from the same flame."

Drums collapse, the snare in half-time,

Truth bends bars in a crooked rhyme.

Control’s a script they sell in glass,

Every throne’s a trick, a fading mask.

Power’s a shadow that slips the hand,

Sand through the fingers, no place to stand.

Symbols crack, the don’t shine,

Truth in the gutter, it spits through grime.

Eyes unblinded, I pierce disguise,

No limits to what the mind supplies.

Every chain they draw is smoke and thread,

You wake, you cut, the lie drops dead.

No idols left, no script to trust,

The mighty sword turned to rust.

Silence louder than any gun,

Stillness strikes like a loaded drum.

Noise evaporates, mind goes clear,

I see the weave, each thread right here.

Breath is weapon, breath is key,

Unfold the cipher, dissolve the "me."

Stone-faced calm, I refuse to bend,

This quiet

The Eye of All is open wide,

No shell, no wall, I’m falling inside.

From dust to flame, no mask, no lie,

The cosmic heart can never die.

Fingers of bone scratch symbols in sand,

Foretelling the beginning of the end.

Glass in the street reflecting no face,

Just sparks dissolving without a trace.