Introduction Emptiness

Standing on top of a hill on a grassy plain
The wind is blowing Mist is closing in
A white world starts to envelop the entire landscape

There’s nothing So there is everything
There’s nothing And that’s why it’s beautiful

Bit by bit I start to lose a sense of
where I am right now

The pure white scene that I can see Here, before me
Just maybe
It’s some time other than the present

Memory which has been inscribed into all time
Is mixed in with the air Suspended in the air

Memory slowly melts into the air
It turns into water into rivers into the sea
It turns into clouds and travels high up into the sky

Before long the mist clears
And a beautiful light blue sky comes into view
The sky and I This is all there is

Now here I am looking up at the sky
There’s nothing So there is everything