No matter where I look I see reflections looking back at me No matter what I reach to touch I find myself and feel as much No matter what my ears might hear in me those sounds all appear No matter what tastes may delight all are revealed by my light No matter what this nose may smell sweet or pungent, to me it tells No matter what thoughts rise and fall I watch them pass, one and all Who am I that knows these things? Know thyself, O King of Kings!
