Through the film of destiny
A light depicts pictures on the screen
It's self-selected, self-imposed
All happens in consciousness
When you look at anything
It's the ultimate you see
The ultimate
You think you see a stone, a cloud, or a tree
Hungry, thirsty, longing
Searching and seizing
Holding, losing and suffering
All your going and coming
Seeking pleasure
Loving and hating
All this shows: you don't know the source
You were not born
They told you a lie
It's just an idea that was born and shall die
The cognition hurts me
They told me a lie
It's just an idea that was born and shall die
On realization, you feel complete
Free from the pleasure-pain complex
Pain and pleasure go together
Freedom from one is freedom from both
