My Garden کے بول

I pray that I may see clearly Things as they are Not as I want them to be Mountains are mountains Just as they are Not as I want them to be My eyes are burning My tongue is burning My nose is burning My ears are burning My body is burning My mouth is burning Death is the ultimate fucker Death is the ultimate Now I know who's in my garden Now I know what form it takes Gone but never quite forgotten I have found a resting place I believe There is no separation Every moment is like arrows that meet in mid-air But sometimes I feel like my head is on fire Behold it burning Listen! Buddha said: Everything is burning All of the senses, the mountains and the fire This is it The fire sermon My eyes are burning My mouth is burning My nose is burning My ears are burning My body is burning My mouth is burning Death is the ultimate fucker Death is the ultimate Now I know who's in my garden Now I know what form it takes Gone but never quite forgotten I have found a resting place