The magnificent teacher
runs through all of us,
in our blood,
in our ways,
in every thing we do.
Deep inside the mystery
hidden deep inside ourselves,
all of the truths
and all of the lies
become merely a lesson plan.
What are we doing
in this strange school,
and who's running this madhouse
anyway?
Only the Friend
that we see in the mirror,
only this wine
that we hold in our hand.
And so I raise a toast to you, me and we, the us that Be the only One here, the lesson Being,
there is no other
there is no other
there is no other