Anything you wish to find
Find it in the all-one-mind
Fear and anger, love and laughter
Little circuits weave and bind

Everything we have entwined
Echoes in the all-one-mind
Demons swinging from the rafters
All our chimaeras combined

Rising on a feedback loop
Too recursive to recoup
Ever louder, ever dafter
Too far to recall the troops

In the all-one-mind they say
Nothing ever goes away
Here shall live foreverafter
Every web we weave today

☆                                             ☆   ☆  ☆   ☆  ☆
                                        ☆ ☆ ☆the sky is ☆  ☆  ☆
                                   ☆inside                          of me☆
                                ☆flows          through☆           me☆
                             ☆ like           light through☆         lace
                             ☆ I am         like a         galaxy         ☆
                               ☆ made                    of stars☆      ☆
                                    ☆   and  empty space☆      
                                             ☆  ☆  ☆  ☆  ☆

Many say that God is real and loves you
I wonder how many of them believe this is true
Sometimes when people lose their faith they feel blue
Sometimes I wonder whether I should lie too

Maybe I should help other people believe
After all, they'll never know they were deceived
Will they find out there is no Heaven and grieve?
No! They won't find out anything after they leave.

But what if it turns out I'm the one who's wrong?
That God was just hiding, was real all along?
There might be a Heaven, but I won't belong.
I think different thoughts and I sing different songs.

This question's unanswerable but not small
Would I even answer if I heard the call?
Maybe I should say what I believe about God and whether he's real:
Nothing at all

I wonder if our money's worth
What we are doing to the Earth
But all that paper painted green
Is a pale spectre of a tree
The ones who gave us
Food and clothing
Shade and shelter
Hands and feet
We cut them, burn them wantonly
And fill the atmosphere with heat
And gas and dust and ash and smoke
Enough to make the creatures choke
There used to be a lot of them
The trees that gave us oxygen
Our tangled shuttles break the loom
Carbon born and carbon doomed
We'll find that trees are what we need
When we find money cannot breathe