In a spiritual sense
We are coming alive
It’s kind of like we’ve been
Well, not really alive, as spirits
Suppressed and weighed down by the mud of body consciousness
Yet now
We are coming alive
Again
How good it feels
To realize the self
To know you can never die
And you were never born
How liberating to live with peace
compassion
love
truth
power
It’s coming alive to what is true
that makes our hearts sing
Not anything we can buy, or get
It’s what we already have
What we already are
That is so exquisitely beautiful
How sweet it is
To come alive
Once again.
Once again.
