Brand New Floor

Wake up my son, it's time to work again
Wake up my son,we have the fields to tend
A day at work is worth twenty in your bed
By your hands is your stomach always fed
Look around boy, at all the world to grow
Look around boy, at all the those seeds left to sow
A life of work is sacred and true
Once you become all of the things that you do

Give yourself up to the experience
Lay not your treasures upon the earth
Beyond your thoughts and all the things you sense
Is pure awareness, that all is one

Wake up my son, It's time to look again
Wake up my son, the dream has come to an end
Take a look in the mirror, what do you see?
Where in your reflection, do you see "me"?

I can see when I close my eyes
Endlessly into the dark expanse
And in this void I can still see light
And all around me it does dance
I can hear when I plug my ears
Through the chatter of my mind
A subtle quiet beneath all sounds
An open place undefined

This is the space that I am
Who I was born to be
I can be everything
If I let go of me



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Sykes
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