Luyện nghe bài hát Icomudro: Hymn to the Atman

Run a path to nowhere, everything is all
You could have a pleasant if Summer had no Fall
yourself so gently though the task is often hard
Man is not a God it seems, who holds the card
your eyes and feel the darkness, speak and hear the sound,
We only catch a glimpse of all the that is around,
The man is not alive who the value of his soul,
And when our lives are pulled away, there's more to the hole

I wonder what you'd think if all the didn't come,
For growing old is going back to where you're from

Far beyond our thoughts there lies a core of gold
essence of the newborn child is waiting in the old,
The Plan is well conceived, it's there for all to see
And each day that is in thought is living harmony
Reach into the of being, pass beyond the years,
Time is lost in stillness, there are no hopes and fears,
Linger in the void, and a beacon in the night
will fill your soul with ever-present light

Everything you've seen is waiting patiently
For growing old is going back to where you've been