- words by Leif When I wrote this I was (and still am) reading a great deal about Zen and the hidden nature of the self and reality. Alan Watts is a particular favorite author of mine.
Bring your mind before me And I shall lay it to rest A shimmering dream Between being and nothing There’s no difference if you ask Or decide to remain silent There are no ideas of tomorrow There’s only forever today
One concealed by many Unable to understand With no ideas of yesterday There’s only forever today
A hall of broken mirrors And masks behind masks Without the darkness There is no revelation