White Blossoms Lyrics & Chords By The Quickening

White blossoms bloom like morning eyes; unfurling into open skies. Void of questions, free from doubt,
nothing lacking, time is now beyond perfection. Without a sound: without a name, they speak truth words
cannot contain. Nothing to seek, no body to seek it; white blossoms... there’s nothing holy, nothing
sacred. And when they fall there is no grief, philosophies, comforts beliefs, self contraction, separation,
entertainment or distraction.