I can't even fathom the reason why, because the answer seems so distant; the meaning of all these happenings is emptyness. . .
Kharma Moon
I was all one,
singing my song,
till you walked in the room.
I opened my eyes, Now all I can do is think about, how all I can do, is think about, how everything, everything's changing..
Should I hold onto you?
Everything, everything changes..
What could I hold to?
Everything, everything's changing..
What should I hold onto?
Where do I begin?
Where do I end?
And how will this fit in, what wills this thing?
With soo much goin on, should I let it in?
My world keeps opening up the kharma moo