The Illusion - Donovan

In the blood-red corridors of power

Will a gentle lama ever walk?

In the heartless temples of the state

Will a gentle lama ever talk?

Chances are nothing will ever change

Far too many jobs would be at stake

Secret armies watch us day and night

Far too few sitting for Buddha’s sake

Ah!

But all’s illusion, we are one

Life is but a dream, no birth, no death

We will contemplate the evernow

Soul sister and brother of the breath (breath)

May our merit as we meditate

Shine a light on all who cannot see

Dedicate our work, it is our fate

To know what we are in reality

Ah!

But all’s illusion, we are one

Life is but a dream, no birth, no death

We who contemplate the evernow

Soul sister and brother of the breath (breath)

In the blood-red corridors of power

Will a gentle lama ever walk?

In the heartless temples of the state

Will a gentle lama ever talk?

Ah!

But all’s illusion, we are one

Life is but a dream, no birth, no death

We will contemplate the evernow

Soul sister and brother of the breath (breath)