Pure

There’s a whisper, still and clear,
no place, yet always near.
It pulls me deeper, where words dissolve,
to the source no hands can mold.
Thoughts may wander, but they don’t count,
the silent light is what amounts.
Only when I let go, release my will,
does all unite, and all turns still.
Chorus
I am the stream, through which it flows,
not something owned, not something closed.
A pure heart, a quiet knowing,
never torn, always glowing.
Connected to the deepest ground,
that gives and takes, always profound.
In pure action, in clear sight,
I feel the harmony – I’m one with light.
Verse 2
The mind would grasp, the heart just be,
but truth resides in vacancy.
No judgment falls, no force demands,
the eternal now, which always stands.
Zen is the breath, the first, the last,
the question, the answer, the silence vast.
It’s not enough to know what’s right,
true doing comes from the source of light.
Chorus
I am the stream, through which it flows,
not something owned, not something closed.
A pure heart, a quiet knowing,
never torn, always glowing.
Connected to the deepest ground,
that gives and takes, always profound.
In pure action, in clear sight,
I feel the harmony – I’m one with light.
Bridge
A pure conscience, no judgment speaks,
it shines within, the stillness peaks.
No fight, no goal, no path to trace,
just being, just flowing, just one embrace.
Chorus (intensified)
I am the stream, through which it flows,
not something owned, not something closed.
A pure heart, a quiet knowing,
never torn, always glowing.
Zen is the stillness, the space, the way,
the timeless ground, forever stays.
In pure action, with open sight,
I feel the harmony – I’m bathed in light.
Outro
And when I stumble, I stand still,
the source will guide me where it will.
No “I,” no “mine,” just timeless grace,
a pure conscience, the quiet place.