Who Takes Credit
For the wafting of the breeze.....
Through a hollowed reed.......
The thicket where the bamboo grows......
The woodcutter, that felled the deathly blow......
The craftsman that circled the empty space.....
The lips that caressed it with a gentle kiss.....
The bejeweled ear that heard the tune.......
An unbroken, unitary flow......
Ahhhhh..........
Who takes the credit.......
For this song........
Nothing arising out of nothingness.....
Nothingness collapsing back into nothing.....
Who then to take credit for this show.....
Ahhhh.....
The Nothingness Of It All...
For the wafting of the breeze.....
Through a hollowed reed.......
The thicket where the bamboo grows......
The woodcutter, that felled the deathly blow......
The craftsman that circled the empty space.....
The lips that caressed it with a gentle kiss.....
The bejeweled ear that heard the tune.......
An unbroken, unitary flow......
Ahhhhh..........
Who takes the credit.......
For this song........
Nothing arising out of nothingness.....
Nothingness collapsing back into nothing.....
Who then to take credit for this show.....
Ahhhh.....
The Nothingness Of It All...
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