We are always part of the other

And the other is part of our-self

For nothing is as simple as it seems.

An oppressor dwells in each victim

And oppressors have victims within

For nothing is as simple as it seems.

In the light remains hidden darkness,

In the darkness remain rays of light

For nothing is as simple as it seems.

In our joy remains buried sorrow

In our sorrow there still lives the joy

For nothing is as simple as it seems.

In each puzzle lie all the answers,

In each answer a puzzle remains,

For nothing is a simple as it seems.

All the many contain the one Way,

In that Way all the others reside,

For nothing is as simple as it seems.

All beginnings lead to their endings,

From all endings beginnings emerge,

Yes nothing is as simple as it seems.

So let’s worship life’s woven patterns

Through embracing all life’s sacred grace,

The myst’ry on which every heart can feed.

Text and Music © William Livingstone Wallace.

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