Luyện nghe bài hát Pyre

When you opened your eyes on the for the first time as a child
How brilliant the were
What a the sun was
What marvel the
How incredibly alive the were
And to love and again
And have people to whom we are deeply
Go to and never wake up
And the laughter only in one's mind
But the echo goes
The memory, the traces are all
All efforts and all your achievements
All your turning into dust, nothingness
What is the
What to you?
The of God as the potter
The architect of the
It makes you feel that life is, after all,
That is someone who cares
It has meaning, it has
And you are in the eyes of the Father
But a while it got embarrassing
The superstition, the myth, the absolutely unfounded
Why does anybody believe
So you an atheist
And then you terrible after that because you got rid of God
But means you got rid of yourself
You're nothing but a machine
And your idea that you're a is just a machine too
A in the system
So if you think that that's the way are
You feel hostile to the
You feel that the world is a trap
Into you somehow got caught

You run from the ward to the crematorium and that's it
it
So if you're a smart kid you commit
Now I to propose another idea all together
The you
Is not a puppet which life pushes
The you
The real deep you is the whole universe
You cannot confine yourself to happens inside the skin
Your skin doesn't separate you the world, it's a bridge
But just as a magnet polarizes its-self in and south but its all one magnet
So polarizes itself as "self" and "other" but it's all one
What you call the "external world" is as much you as your own
Most people think that when they open they're and look around
That what they are seeing is
It seems, doesn't it, that you are behind eyes
We realized that life and death, black and white
Good and evil, being and non-being, from the same center.
When you look for your own particularized center of
Which is separate everything else, you won't be able to find it
The only way you'll know it isn't there is if you look enough, to find out that it isn't there
It isn't there at all, isn't a separate you
There are, in physical reality, no such things as separate
People can't be out of illusions
If a believes that the earth is flat
You can't talk him out of that, he knows that it's
He'll go down to the window and see that its obvious, it flat
So the only way to convince him it isn't is to say: "Well let's go and find the edge"