Could there be more

to this life we call mine

than a journey through space

or a story line

More to life

than the body can sense

than the mind can conclude

from experience

Does who we are begin with breath,

depend on form or end with death

Strip away these roles

these names

and tell me what remains

And who you really are,

who you really are

We measure success

by the things we accrue

or the bonds that we form,

or the deeds we do

But these too shall pass,

as hard as we try

to hold on to form

form will die

But inherent in this dance of form

Is the chance to see what's yet unborn

And the choice to throw this chance away

And be caught up in the play

of who we think we are

who we think we are

This is your lifetime

it could end at anytime.

Where is your attention

Where is your prayer

Where is your song

In a fortunate life,

comes a call to be free

From the cycle of bondage and misidentity,

to wake from the dream

and finally realize

the truth of one's being

before the body dies

So before the final scene is past,

see the screen on which it's cast.

See what's seeing this me and you.

And then you will see who

who you really are,

who you really are

Who you really are,

who we really are

Who You Really Are - Kirtana