Текст песни
The first loss of power
Begins with a thought
That Source is elsewhere
And being is not
When the divine is placed
Outside of the heart
Authority fades
And separation starts
Yet wisdom remembers
Before words were formed
And knowing confirms
Nothing was torn
Source was never distant
Never apart
The altar has always
Been the heart
The door only closes
When fear takes the lead
Presence stands open
And truth is seen
The second forgetting
Arrives as shame
That being itself
Is somehow to blame
Life slows its current
Expression grows thin
A constructed persona
Steps in
When life is restrained
It cannot arise
Existence waits
To be lived not designed
Being was sufficient
Before the wound
Life moves freely
When allowed to move
No mask is required
No role to maintain
What is real
Needs no name
The third distortion
Whispers with ease
That truth is optional
A matter of degrees
So mirrors keep forming
In endless return
Not to punish
But to be learned
Truth clears the mind
Until seeing is clean
Love reunites
What never was split
Mind
Root
Heart
Three gates
One field
When truth is honored
The mind grows still
When love is present
Life rises whole
To be aligned with Source
Is alignment itself
Nothing else stands
In truth
No distance remains