Could there be more to this life we call "mine" than a journey through space or a story line?
More to life than the body can sense than the mind can conclude from experience
Does who we are begin with breath, depend on form or end with death?
Strip away these roles, these names and tell me what remains
And who you really are, who you really are
We measure success by the things we accrue or the bonds that we form, or the deeds we do
But these too shall pass, as hard as we try to hold on to form; form will die
But inherent in this dance of form Is the chance to see what's yet unborn
And the choice to throw this chance away And be caught up in the play
of who we think we are, who we think we are
This is your lifetime; it could end at anytime.
Where is your attention? Where is your prayer? Where is your song?
In a fortunate life, comes a call to be free From the cycle of bondage and misidentity,
to wake from the dream and finally realize the truth of one's being before the body dies
So before the final scene is past, see the screen on which it's cast
See what's seeing this me and you And then you will see who...
who you really are, who you really are Who you really are, who we really are
Before the body, before the story, before the name Beyond the mind's attempt to find or explain
Before the breath, beyond the sense of pleasure or of pain And after death, and after death, I Am
Within the heart, the whole and part of everything I see Behind the eyes, beyond disguise, reflecting me
At the silent core, and yet before phenomena began And after it, and after it, I Am
Many differences separate us on the surface, yes. But I cannot find a boundary in consciousness
And when you ask me, where does awareness begin and does it end
I have to say, I have to say I've always been
Within the body, without the body, not subject to Changing moods or states of health or points of view Without needs before the deeds and the monuments of man And after them, and after them, I Am
Many differences separate us on the surface, yes. But I cannot find a boundary in consciousness
And when you ask me, where does awareness begin and does it end
I have to say, I have to say I've always been
At the silent core, and yet before phenomena began And after it, and after it, I Am
