The world needs more lovers
With rose colored glasses
Forever worn
With glass hearts
And stoneless hands
With roses growing
Down their spines
And stardust
Coating their lungs
The world needs more dreamers
With centuries in their cells
And galaxies in their bones
With fiery passion
Boiling their blood
With trembling voices
And wonder in their eyes
With music in their souls
And freedom on their minds
The world needs more you's
Who are more than a number
And are wildly outspoken
Who have an insatiable lust
For knowledge
Who love endlessly
And dream all day
Who search for the beautiful things
Only our hearts can see

Since the day you and I parted
I have wondered if there is,
In some other universe,
Another you and I,
Still lying there
Safe under your sheets,
Bodies and hearts intertwined.
I have wondered how many lives
I will have to live
Until my soul finds yours again
As it is wont to do
Because all the love in my heart
Will one day lead me back to you

Run away with you
To you
Through you
I'm invisible

Down a tunnel
Light as a feather
But, oh, you stick to me so
Think about whether
You could love me as
I do
You.
You
The gold of every sunrise
You
The reason I live
And the reason I die

Go out and search for yourself.
Find small pieces of you in the veins of a friend
Or inside the forest.
Find your soul sprinkled in some foreign city
Miles away from home
Or in your backyard
Mingling among the flowers.
Search for the bakeries
That call your name from within
Or the stranger that smiles at you as you pass.
Search yourself out;
There, you will find, is the purest reflection of you.

The situation is inherently transformable
Because reality flows
We can't really drown
We are carried along by the flow

The impermanence idea goes pretty deep
Anatman view is that
External things are ephemeral
The self is not something we can rely on

Western thinkers
Thinking there is a permanent self

Buddhism
Physical body
Feelings change
Perceptions or the label that you put on experiences
Reaction to the things around you
Consciousness fluctuates
Our attention can fluctuate dramatically

The question of permanence and changed
Was wrestled with by Greek philosophers

Personal identity
What is it that makes us us?
Some say it is memory
Some say it is physical continuity as well

What is it that is reborn?
The cycle of rebirth

What is the self?
There isn't a self
But something we can refer to
Something that she did yesterday
The person I am now
Is based on the person I was then
There is a causal chain

You made me feel as though I was wrong
For needing air in my lungs
Love in my heart and
Reassurance somewhere inbetween.