Oh great expanse
Ever still and ever moving
Stretching far, small as dust
Hear my call
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To be one with the silence
To be one with the shape
And the color
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To be reminded of the size
Of nothing and everything
Holding tight to the infinity
Giving up the finite
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Is an aim, is an aim
Can the receiver tune me in
Or am I the receiver
The sound or the silence
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To be trapped by the mind is ludicrous
To be victimized by the mind, prejudice
Forever capitalizing on my own fears
Never to forgive my past
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Freedom, beauty, life
Come from the mind that is unchained
Unbent by the weight of time
And terror
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Hear my call, but where
Where will the call be heard
In the mind that sent it out
The mind that picks it up
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Is such a mind disturbed by these thoughts
Where does the time stop
The infinity begin, the silence begin
The action without movement, the journey without motion
The love without fear
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If I sent out my own call
Am I the only one to hear it
If I merely send it out
Who but me can know to tune in
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Who is translating, translating
How to decipher the sounds
Do I trust in my small receiver
Or the Big Receiver
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Is it a ‘babblefish’ that I seek
Or simple listening, hearing
Understanding
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