When form and formless fall away,
there is no path from which to stray.
Yet, still I find these words I say
mean less and less each passing day.

When I and you become each one,
it's only then this game's begun.
Let us laugh and enjoy this fun;
let us laugh 'til this work is done.

Who can speak without even sound?
All we know is grown for the ground;
and yet, all we know weighs not a pound --
ah, fungus and grain and secrets we've found.

It's been whispered,
from treetops and mountains,
that far below the heights
she wanders unhurried,
compelled by the wind
to idly stroll along
a path fringed
by flowers.

It's been said
that she wears a
flaxen crown;
a tranquilly woven
diadem, with the echoes
of a sun-burst
flitting gently in the jewels.

Sometimes silence is the answer,
for the questions we discover:

Will I find what you've buried,
behind the  self's emissary --

that which stands the test of now,
un-vexed by the notions of “how”?

I don't want the facade of a face;
a masked illusion of filtered grace.

There were things I liked about you;
but as I look again . . . –

Still, I must search the depths of Friendship
to find a new way to sift through the *******.

Maybe one day we'll see eye to eye;
maybe some day we won't have to try.

Maybe one day these games will be done;
maybe some day we'll learn to have fun.

Grind it up, pack it down, fill it up to the brim.
Light it up, burn it down, all I can do is grin.
Happy smoke, pleasant scenes, filling my mind with peace.
Lazy smoke, hazy dreams, flowing out on the breeze.

Circles all spinning in front of my eyes.
Circles just spinning unveiling the wise.
When suddenly, to my surprise,
Maya stepped out from behind her disguise.

Shimmering rays falling off of her face.
Glimmering rays shining out of her grace.
Calling me forward, away from this place.
Away from my body, towards the light I race.

Grind it up, pack it down, fill it up to the brim.
Light it up, burn it down, all I can do is grin.
Happy smoke, pleasant scenes, filling my mind with peace.
Lazy smoke, hazy dreams, flowing out on the breeze.

Why are we here?
Let's take to the streets.
Drive without fear,
for what we are to meet.

If it's the end,
then it's destiny.
Embrace it, friend;
I go willingly.

We'll go nowhere,
tied to these tracks.
We'll go nowhere,
if we must look back.

Throw off our chains,
let the flowers bloom.
No one's to blame;
the future isn't doomed.

So, why are we here?
Let's take to the streets.
Drive without fear,
for what we are to meet.

If it's the end,
then it's destiny.
Embrace it, friend;
I go willingly.

Won't you stop and have some tea,
and float along so peacefully?
Stay a moment, see your thoughts
all fall out so effortlessly.

Won't you stop and lose your self,
in the lights as they swirl?
Take a moment, find your self
in those stars as they whirl.

Time may warp and splinter and pop;
walls may ripple and melt.
Still, you'll know when you've to stop
and all the things you've felt.

So, won't you stay and drink with me?
I've brewed a cup for two.
Do you know the things you will see;
is there anything to lose?

I've got sixty-two cents, and a head full of space.
Spinning, just spinning;
there's nowhere to go in this place.
Stand in one spot, watch it all spin by.

I've got sixty-two cents, and a need to go try.
Stretching, just stretching;
soon there'll be wings to fly
off the ground, 'til I've found freedom.

I've got sixty-two cents, and a soul full of wisdom.
Waiting, just waiting;
someone must enter this kingdom.
It's open to all, just a question away.

I've got sixty-two cents, and that's all I can pay.
Begging, just begging;
may I take the ferry today?
It's not near, only waves crash here.