There's only the source, dark in itself, making everything shine

When all names and forms have been given up the real is with you

Break the bonds of memory and self-identification

And the shell will break by itself

All you need is you

It was the same ten thousand years ago

And will be the same ten thousand years hence

Man does not change over the ages

Problems remain the same

There is no need of a way out!

Don't you see that the way out

Is also a part of the dream?

All you have to do is see

The dream is a dream

Then you'll get what you call reality

Having never left the house

You are asking for the way home

Confused for you are asleep