sit, relax and let your spine melt
into a cushion.
take me down to the bottom,
underneath your feet. Breathe.
do you feel it
drain down into your toes
and out your foot prints?
rest assured, that's my humble abode,
where you plant below, i stomp above.
rest assured, that's my humble abode.

we can dance on the landscape,
between the earth and undertow,
and boogie rhythms until late,
let's just not talk about it,
make peace with parasites,
the living and the dead,
do you feel it escape?
let's just not talk about it.
rest assured, that's peace with paradigms.

I can still remember it

The moment that I lost my faith

I was just sitting in a classroom

When I decided to think it through

I threw Pascal's Wager to the wind

Held instead Occam's Razor

And thought, if God really loves us

These are all just empty threats

And how much else has been a lie?


I still thought there must be a God

And so I looked through all the books

And everything I read rang true

And everything I read rang empty

The books all sounded just the same

How could I choose one of these Gods?

I thought that either all of them were right

Or all of them were wrong.


And so I thought,

There is no God.

That answered almost all my questions,

But I felt a sense of loss

I had always been promised Heaven

Though I felt somewhat relieved

No one looking over my shoulder

No one judging my deepest thoughts

Suddenly the world felt colder


And even though I felt such wonder

That we'd got here on our own

And even though I felt so free

I had never felt so alone


And to this day once in a while

I ask in my mind all the Gods

To show me a specific sign

So they can reach me if they want

The signs I've seen all point to

The idea that we all are One

The God we seek is

The sum of our collective consciousness

In harmony with the Universe as a whole


But every time I think I see a sign

I remember in the back of my mind

How easy it is to see

Patterns in the sand

                    the stars

                    the static

And fill in the gaps

With a solid shape

Only the sharpest razor may divide

The shape back into grains of sand

The constellation back into its stars

The bolt from the blue back into static

God into the gaps in our knowledge

The empty spaces that fill our souls

With awe and mystery and wonder