The Story

These words I write for you
You too have experienced
An essence of being you

A deeper kind of slumber
Where there is no dream
Only eternity; consciousness

I tell you the story of life
No doing and no having
Emptiness, love and grace

Close your eyes and fly with me
I’ll show you wonders and magic
In this empty cottage the fire burns
Yet there is no wood no paper

In this story colours speak
Sound walks and sunshine dances
Some sad and some happy
Sometimes music, sometimes silence
Solitude is a theme; yet there is harmony

We shall sing songs, play the guitar
At the end, what else can we do?