To miss the point A tabula rasa you were born A slate all pure and clean Until the world gets hold of you And paints on you its scene Then caught within your many fears You try to run away Never ever being here Just living for the next day. You look for love, you search for wealth You try to reach for power You never see what’s in your soul You never see the flower That well might bloom within your heart If you turned and looked within You’re caught within the energy Of all life’s crazy din. And so you live until you die A source of misery So caught within your many thoughts You miss your mystery And when that day does come along That you pass to the other side You’ll never know the joy at all Of heart that’s opened wide. 29 April 2014 @ 1007hrs.