Luyện nghe bài hát Contemplations Along the Way

I can see all is to see
but I'm to my fate,
to may come.
I think I'm
but stealing me
like the frost in the
I see nor notice the moment when it comes
Light is I look for.

I to be conscious,
aware of happens now
and what then.

You feel a bewildered entomologist
who now and then encounters and original experiences,
but many times discovers that it has all false.

Who lays the rules?
My points at the Self,
so it isn't strange at all that you you know
and mistrust your experiences at the time
later you get it in perspective and are able to investigate.

But I put the question:
Is true?
To what are you and I affected by everything around?
To get a clear picture of
you must of have others
who can back your ideas to you,
contradictions and attack you from angles
you know existed.

But I ask myself the question if was none
with any other than yours
would you say you could be awake

You wouldn't see the whole
nor be aware of anything yourself,
but would naturally seem the total reality.
This way of might veil over the truth
and you blind.

You ask maybe where in the world you are and you do,
but to the question with yourself
might reveal which way you took and you didn't choose.

Best of all would be to find the to the treasury of wisdom,
but would that make better...?
All your experiences of life you
that man wherever he is has his own worries to fight.
The keys to the treasury of
will never be found, it would mean
you become totally enlighted, lonely
and of everybody.
So what would then be the of life?

When life is the one and thing we own
and again the questions asked
create more still.
Maybe all the answers will
when we have left this earth and
is there beoynd.

That will probably be
as different as we are different one another
and due to who and it happens.
But the answer to the must be waiting for you there,
for if there are no
how is it possible that we should over them here?