Here, in the land of time,
We must let some of love
Slip through
Pass by.
In other world
We'd try and try again
Relive the whole
Of samsara
Eternally.
Our love was no mistake,
But we, ourselves,
Mistake, mis-see,
So to speak;
You know,
Seeing's not easy
Nor is letting love
Slip through us
Show us
That glorious cosmos
And spit us back down
To Earth
To time, again
Ay, the woes,
The inevitable awe
We were no accident
For a moment there
We were All
Then nothing
However it might feel
Not knowing
Where you are
Is not to be lost.
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