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A butterfly dreaming he's a man
A ghost in narrow hallways
A shadow on the lawn
I've listened to you speaking
Without notice I am gone
You speak of life and you speak of God
Without a clue, as if you knew
I could tell you a thing or two
But you don't want to hear it
All you want to find out
Is that you already knew it all
Paul once spoke
Of finding the Christos in you
That is what I'm telling you to do
The truth is like a handful of sand
The tighter you cling,
Or the more you wish to own it,
The easier it is to slip away
It is playful to approach
That which is logically unknowable
That is the way it works
Save the preachy preachy
All you know about morality
You have not yet begun to understand
But it's slipping through your hand
God exists,
But not to terrorize us with lists
Of do's and dont's
What is right has always been clear
Thou shall not harm another
In word or in deed
Let not your mind be the soil
Of hatred, envy, or greed
Before you can judge another
You must first judge yourself
Jeshua spent forty days in the wilderness
To triumph over desire
Siddhartha Gautama sat for forty
Beneath a Bo tree, to understand
Human suffering
Understanding isn't easy
It doesn't happen overnight
Earn a degree in divinity
Or catch me
The honeybee of eternity
Like a shadow in your classrooms
Quietly buzzing
Churning contemplation
Praying without ceasing
In a song
Without notice I am gone
Did you ever stop to wonder?
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Love of mine, someday you will die
But I'll be close behind I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light, or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark
If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
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