All this blaming makes me weary.

Do the waves in the ocean blame each other

As they pass, as far as their force allows

Before crashing into the beach to be absorbed by golden sands?

Here we are now, spiraling from one

In one, as one

eternity permeates us, it is our true nature

This is it

If you want to spend your life blaming others

And clinging hopelessly to sculptures of dust

Then by all means cling to your illusions

But you will miss the boat

Joy is here, Joy is now

Eternally unfolding

And whether you wish it or not

Eventually it will come crashing through your walls

And take you spinning into its endless dance.



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