Through the sun speckled forest up the mountain
Lies the beautiful and the rich.
The one that realizes the truth in the universe,
The truth in god and everything holy.
The truth that he embraces...
The truth that nothing really matters.
That from suffering comes compassion,
That from selfish beings comes selflessness.
Without love,
There would be no truth.
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 6:18 PM UTC
Through the sun speckled forest up the mountain
Lies the beautiful and the rich.
The one that realizes the truth in the universe,
The truth in god and everything holy.
The truth that he embraces...
The truth that nothing really matters.
That from suffering comes compassion,
That from selfish beings comes selflessness.
Without love,
There would be no truth.
