We all seek recognition in the mission of life
recognition in the face of the Other , the lover
who we want to call brother ..
'brother from another mother'
But when its over we'll discover
True loves got nothing to do with a mirror
Smash the mirror of the ego
And like the eagle train your sight
Vision is not the spiegel-the looking glass
Through a miror nothing passes, nothing can pass
The spiegel distorts the light
Vision is in the eye of the quiet storm at night
The Other, the lover is unfamiliar bathed in the dark
And if you can feel without having to see,
If you can see with the soul, then youre free
From the lies that contort true love and strangle its veins
and ultimately, ultimately ,inhibit your destiny
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