by Noah Haalilio Solomon
Having come full circle in this one of many big round walks around myself, I find this song new-age-appropriate to the stance and state recently adopted. I am purely encapsulated by the idea of no-thing permanent, no-thing personal. Had is the traction only when allowed, inasmuch that, when everything else fades, after all has ended, the mirror will still remain, and the mirror will reflect nothingness, vast tranquil nothingness.
All is actually just fine.