My Garden

I pray that I may see clearly things as they are
Not as I want them to be
Mountains are mountains just as they are
Not as I want them to be

My eyes are burning
My tongue is burning
My nose is burning
My ears are burning
My body is burning
My mouth is burning
Death is the ultimate fucker
Death is the ultimate

Now I know who's in my garden
Now I know what form it takes
Gone but never quite forgotten
I have found a resting place

I believe there is no separation
Every moment is like arrows that meet in mid-air
But sometimes I feel like my head is on fire
Behold it burning

Listen!
Buddha said, "Everything is burning
All of the senses, the mountains and the fire"
This is it, the fire sermon

My eyes are burning
My mouth is burning
My nose is burning
My ears are burning
My body is burning
My mouth is burning
Death is the ultimate fucker
Death is the ultimate

Now I know who's in my garden
Now I know what form it takes
Gone but never quite forgotten
I have found a resting place