Don't Do It

Monks used to keep skulls on their desks
 And people nowadays think that was very morbid
 Everything's falling apart
 So don't try and stop it
 When you're falling off the precipice
 It doesn't do you any good do hang onto a rock
 That's falling with you
 But everything is doing that
 So, again this is another case of
 Our completely wasting our energy
 In trying to prevent the world from falling apart
 Don't do it
 Don't do it
 Don't do it
 And then you'll be able to do something
 Interesting
 With the free energy
 With the free energy
 With the free energy
 Don't do it
 When the Hindu says, "Everything is unreal."
 The Westerner reacts and says
 "No- no we can't treat life as a dream
 It's serious it's real it's for real."
 "What do you mean by that?"
 "What do you mean by that?"
 "How real do you want it to be?"
 This is in other words
 Everything insofar as it's falling apart
 Everything is changing
 It is like smoke
 And we all feel that smoke
 Has a lesser degree of reality than wood
 It's an image of the evanescent
 Of the ghostly
 So, it's this idea the whole world is this mirage
 That doesn't mean it's a bad thing
 It's only bad if you cling to it
 If you try to lean on it
 But if you don't lean on it, it's a grand illusion
 So, the word Maya and that means not only illusion
 But it means art
 It means magic
 And it means creative power
 So, this is the big act
 Don't do it
 Don't do it
 Don't do it
 And then you'll be able to do something
 Interesting
 With the free energy
 With the free energy
 With the free energy
 Don't do it
 And uh
 It's perhaps
 Easier to feel the world in that way in a tropical country
 Where
 Death is very common
 And where you just watch things dissolve before your eyes
 And yet burst out and grow again
 The whole world is changing
 Maybe easier to think that way than in our environment
 Although when you're out in California
 The human landscape changes so fast
 That no town is the same for two years
 Any mailing list that you have
 Changes
 One-third addresses per annual
 Nothing stays put
 The hills are shadows and they flow
 From form to form and nothing stands