- Jane Burd February 2010
I
The world is empty of all things real
Nothing left to seek, nothing left to feel
No relationship ties to bind
No soulmates left to find
The meaningful questioned becomes meaningless
The purpose of life is oneness
All you’ve sought is but a trap
Distractions from finding your way back
The separateness prevails
The emotions rage in howling gales
Blowing through me ‘till I see
That when it’s empty then it’s free
Free to fly in endless skies
No tears left, no haunting cries
The shell remains but wasn’t I
I live on, I cannot die.
The world is empty of all things real
Nothing left to seek, nothing left to feel
No relationship ties to bind
No soulmates left to find
The meaningful questioned becomes meaningless
The purpose of life is oneness
All you’ve sought is but a trap
Distractions from finding your way back
The separateness prevails
The emotions rage in howling gales
Blowing through me ‘till I see
That when it’s empty then it’s free
Free to fly in endless skies
No tears left, no haunting cries
The shell remains but wasn’t I
I live on, I cannot die.