Like a Zen archer aiming at the center of myself Like Harry Dean Stanton drinking from the well I'm breathing in, I breathe it out again Like Duchamp I am a breather, I'm a respirateur I climbed the mountain because it was there Bruce Lee told me just be water my friend Liquid love, liquid life, liquid means to an end Beyond all space and time Beyond all right and wrong There's a field - I'll meet you there Here in the long now where the spirits meets the bone Which player plays us, who sets the tone? Here on Paradigm Beach castles made of sand Life is very long, you wake up early with a plan One perfect line on a deep blue day Nothing was lost when we gave it all away You mutter underneath your breath 'nothing is revealed' When you erase meaning and sound – what do you hear? Beyond all space and time Beyond all right and wrong There's a field - I'll meet you there Mercy Mama How do I get rid of myself? No gods no masters But life itself