Life Substance #9 - Happiness or Bliss

(Verse 1) The wheel has turned its final round The lost is now forever found. I’ve walked the fire, I’ve felt the cold I’ve seen the stories all unfold. But all the pain and all the strife Were just the labor pains of life. Now the clouds have cleared away To reveal a bright and inner day. (Pre-Chorus) It’s the nectar in the flower, the honey in the hive The reason that it’s beautiful to simply be alive. It’s the treasure at the journey’s end The voice of an eternal friend! (Chorus) It’s the Bliss! It’s the Happiness! The "Yes" within the "I" that heals the mess. Substance Number Nine—the golden fruit The holy music of the cosmic lute. It’s the Sabbath of the spirit, the peace of the soul The moment when the fragment feels the whole. Pure bliss! The divine design! I am resting here... in Number Nine. (Verse 2) I look back at the path I trod And see the footprints of a God. Every tear is now a pearl Within this bright and inner world. For bliss is not a fleeting spark It’s the light that swallows up the dark. The "Kingdom" isn’t far away It’s the core of everything I say. (Bridge) No more searching! No more "Why"! I am the sun within my sky! The hunger is over, the work is done The many have melted back to One! It’s the taste of perfection! The smell of the rose! The deep, quiet joy that eternally flows! (Chorus) It’s the Bliss! It’s the Happiness! The "Yes" within the "I" that heals the mess. Substance Number Nine—the golden fruit The holy music of the cosmic lute. It’s the Sabbath of the spirit, the peace of the soul The moment when the fragment feels the whole. Pure bliss! The divine design! I am resting here... in Number Nine. (Outro) I am happy. I am whole. The harvest is gathered... In the granary of the soul. Substance Number Nine. Always... Always... Mine.