What’s between the thought and the still? Can you feel the space, can you observe your will? Who’s the thinker and who’s the thought? You can see the truth and you already found the sought. What’s the silence, what's the sound? In the stillness, what’s truly found? Who is the body, who is the mind? What’s the one who’s lost and confined? Who are you if you have no name? What’s the essence that stays the same? Can you see it, can you feel? You are the timeless, the dream - is it real?! What’s beyond the breath, the air we take? Don't you sense the silence, now stay awake?! Who’s the doer, who’s the done? What remains when all is gone? Where’s the past and where’s the future? What’s the truth that you can nurture? Who’s the witness, who’s the seen? Can you feel the space in between? Who are you if you have no name? What’s the essence that stays the same? Can you see it, don't you feel? You are the timeless, the dream - is it real?! What’s the thought that thinks of thought? Who’s the one who never sought? What are you when you lose the mind? Can you leave the self behind? Who’s the one who’s asking “why”? What is left when you catch every lie? Who’s the seeker, who’s the sought? What remains when all is caught? Who are you if you have no name? What’s the essence that stays the same? Can you see it, don't you feel? You are the timeless, the dream - is it real?! What’s the world without a view? Who are you when nothing's true? You can feel it, don't you know? You are everything in flow. Who are you? What are you? Are you real? What do you feel? What's a feeling? What's a thought? What is beeing, My dear god? (God, god, god, god, god, god, god....)
