Everything you see today,
Is the creation of one.
Not of god,
Nor the sun,
But the universe
And all the lights sum.

On this roof
Where its hot and breezy
Work seems small
And life seems easy

Sometimes I prefer
The light of no light at all
Compared to the light
Of a simple light bulb

I was once young
Oh the things I have done
But what compares none
Is the way I was dumb
When I felt infatuatedly numb

That part of me
The temptations of the body
I have set free

What you see today
Or what you read I should say
Is no longer a body of clay
Formed to the way
I wanted to play

Energy is what is me
From my body I wont be free
But my body is what lets me see
The vessel in which to be

A **** on a door
the hands on a clock
a button on a shirt
the handle of a mug

so common
so usual
things I took for granted
until

I had to open the door
I lost track of time
I felt inadequately clothed
and needed a warm drink

Suddenly
the mundane
turns out to be
so significant

Speak freely friends
With a voice that echoes
Bring the sound of your soul
Where no sound goes
Upon deaf ears
Your voice glows

Breathe easy friends
Let your wind blow
Pull the wind back
Until your thoughts slow
Being of the earth
Zen is what you know

Just
Be