Under the cover of darkness, the night is still
pulsating with possibilities
pulsating with possibilities
All I hear is the emptiness, and all I see is the
the faint glow of the houses and cars
the faint glow of the houses and cars
Basked in the orange light of the street lamps
Indeed, the night creatures are burrowed
Indeed, the night creatures are burrowed
In the bushes, scavenging and foraging
they are children of the divine, just like us
they are children of the divine, just like us
This emptiness is not a void containing nothing
It is the place where all duality disintegrates
It is the place where all duality disintegrates
It is the place where the bush burns
With a passion for eternal life
With a passion for eternal life
