It's our own Self That we fall in love with Over and over And we hold on to it Tight But what is this weeping for It isn't for a mere goodbye, is it? Isn't it for truth, really, realized? Everything is passing, That's the nature of it. And the beauty of it, too. That love, This recognition, These tears That's the beauty, too Do not miss me, For truth, I am everywhere And so are you, We are soon to meet again. The beauty you see, my friend Is your own beauty, Everywhere and nowhere, All at once.