Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream, It is not dying.
Lay down al thoughts, surrender to the void, It is shining.
Yet you may see the meaning of within, It is being.
Love is all and love is everyone, It is knowing.
And ignorance and hate mourn the dead, It is believing.
But listen to the colour of your dreams, It is not leaving.
So play the game "existence" to the end, of the beginning.

Tomorrow Never Knows / 1966 Revolver