There is knowledge in the trees
and there is time on your knees
But what is it really
What is it really?
There are connections we create
It’s the bud and the slate
Do we _ see clearly?
You claim to see clearly?
There’s the bludgeoned mantra
Or the pious pursuit of tantra
Are we chasing it queerly?
Are we chasing it queerly?
The seeking _ is finding
The truth of love is binding
We are finding it nearly
We are finding it nearly
There is reason in our enlightened history
But idols miss the embrace of a mystery
It’s given us freely?
Given us freely
and there is time on your knees
But what is it really
What is it really?
There are connections we create
It’s the bud and the slate
Do we _ see clearly?
You claim to see clearly?
There’s the bludgeoned mantra
Or the pious pursuit of tantra
Are we chasing it queerly?
Are we chasing it queerly?
The seeking _ is finding
The truth of love is binding
We are finding it nearly
We are finding it nearly
There is reason in our enlightened history
But idols miss the embrace of a mystery
It’s given us freely?
Given us freely