All this blaming makes me weary.
Do the waves in the ocean blame each other
As they pass, as far as their force allows
Before crashing into the beach to be absorbed by golden sands?
Here we are now, spiraling from one
In one, as one
eternity permeates us, it is our true nature
This is it
If you want to spend your life blaming others
And clinging hopelessly to sculptures of dust
Then by all means cling to your illusions
But you will miss the boat
Joy is here, Joy is now
And whether you wish it or not
Eventually it will come crashing through your walls
And take you spinning into its endless dance.