(Verse 1)
Yo, I dive deep into the essence, where the self ain't found,
Chasing shadows in the mirror, but they just ain't around.
Existence questioning itself, like a riddle in the dark,
I'm just atoms in assembly, playin' temporary parts.
(Chorus)
We're all just fleeting, beatin' hearts in the void,
Empty spaces, faceless races, illusions we can't avoid.
Sayin' "Gate gate, paragate," we're crossing through,
Beyond the pain, beyond the game, to the truth that's bulletproof.
(Verse 2)
Look inside, what do you see? Is there a "you" or is there a "me"?
Or just a stream of consciousness, flowing endlessly?
We're constructs of complexity, no permanence in the scene,
Life's a dream within a dream, on a screen that's unseen.
(Bridge)
No essence, just presence, in this existential dance,
We cling to identities, but they're just a glance.
In the grand expanse of space, we chase what can't be caught,
Finding peace in "sunyata," the wisdom that we sought.
(Chorus)
We're all just fleeting, beatin' hearts in the void,
Empty spaces, faceless races, illusions we can't avoid.
Sayin' "Gate gate, paragate," we're crossing through,
Beyond the pain, beyond the game, to the truth that's bulletproof.
(Verse 3)
In the silence, hear the whispers of the void so vast,
Echoes of a self that's gone, shadows that we cast.
We're just visitors here, in a transient world,
Flags of existence unfurled, then tightly curled.
(Verse 4)
Atoms bond and break apart, in the dance of the divine,
Nothing's ever static, everything's a sign.
From the cosmic to the atomic, it's all the same,
Empty at the core, just a different name.
(Verse 5)
We speak of "I" and "mine," but it's just a play,
Characters we perform, day after mundane day.
Seeking permanence in the impermanent, it's our plight,
Lost in the illusion, far from the light.
(Bridge 2)
But when we see through the veil, the truth comes clear,
The constructs fall away, and so does the fear.
It's all just a game, the suffering and the bliss,
In the great expanse of nothingness, we exist.
(Chorus)
We're all just fleeting, beatin' hearts in the void,
Empty spaces, faceless races, illusions we can't avoid.
Sayin' "Gate gate, paragate," we're crossing through,
Beyond the pain, beyond the game, to the truth that's bulletproof.
(Outro)
So we chant the ancient words, let 'em echo in the night,
"Gate gate, paragate," to the far side of the plight.
From the struggle, from the strife, it's the emptiness that frees,
In the void, we find the voice, in the silence, we find peace.