Here am I; I have arrived
In this moment I am alive
There is no next, or one before
I am the open door
I watch, I hear the falling rain
There is no pain; no need for gain
Who am I; I take my bow
I am; my name is Now
Here am I; I have arrived
In this moment I am alive
There is no next, or one before
I am the open door
I watch, I hear the falling rain
There is no pain; no need for gain
Who am I; I take my bow
I am; my name is Now
I forgot myself
to keep remembering you
while you, became you
But now, as I try
to recall who I am
I see that neither
you, nor I, can
She finally let go of the naive illusion
which to her way of thinking
had not been much of an intrusion
but certainly did add to a source of confusion
that people were as she saw them to be
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She thought she knew them to be true
that the allowed parts shown
defined the understood who
Now, she knew she’d been the fool
facing the wall, the writing was all she could see
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But if this became a point of turning
where she’d become stronger
in the fine art of discerning
the lesson should be so worth the learning:
What you get may not nearly be what you see
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