If you'd like to dance
Like no one is watching
You mustn't watch either.
Don't judge the way
you assume they do
Because No One can dance
If you'd just let it.

I promise you this.
There are movements your body craves
That will lay waste
To this silly distinction you make
between it
And your mind.

So in a pitch-black room
With the windows blocked,
Let yourself respond to the music
The way you've always wanted to.
Don't check in to see if it’s pretty.
It may very well not be,
With the way you’re looking at it now.

But it won't be a lie
And it will be dancing.
No One asked you for this dance
And it always gets its way,
eventually.

Pain came to mind
But not to heart
In my chest was only
The small still voice
Of unconditional Love.

I cannot believe they convinced me
That Awareness gets jealous
I cannot believe they convinced me
That God was someone else.

For the first time I worry
That I may have hurt my enemies
And I am surprised to learn
That I have forgiven them.

In the mirror
I see only that which sees
I like what I see
And so does he
So we set up chairs
Cross our legs
And behold in each other
That in which we abide
Within ourselves.

Dear guru
I see you
Pouring sugar on their wounds
I get it
But don't equate silence with salt
I'd believe you more often
If you'd admit you don't know

We may know who and what we are
But not why, and not how
We still do not know
What the **** is going on

I heard a story once
About an infinite love
That created a hole
just to fill it

I think that is a silly story
Beautiful, yes,
but not enough to be true
It scratches the itch,
but does not cure it

If we're ever going to meet the mystery
I suspect well need to learn
How to say goodbye forever
And how to sit with questions
for just as long

I met god, and she is a mushroom
She played the piano in my chest
Her giant Hammers hit my heartstrings
And never once did she let me rest

She played her frantic, tragic, magic, song
until I told her I was ready to die
I saw fireworks as she finished playing
I saw my shadow and started to cry

I curled up like I was before all this started
That's when she hit me with the love
I died that day and I didn't mind
Because It's done more than enough

I met god, and she is a mushroom
Or maybe it's just me that I met
Does that mean that I’m god
but I'm so terribly flawed
Well that is the best joke yet

There is no shortage of mystery here
For us, conceived in dying suns
There is no shortage of mystery here
For tiny dancing 0's and 1's

There is no shortage of suffering
Everything is being eaten
there is no shortage of suffering
In our mind's eye only, we see Eden

But there is no shortage of mystery
simple matter makes minds melt
There is no shortage of mystery
The holy spirit is matter felt

We suffer for no reason
And for the same reason, we play
For everything, there is a season
But it doesn’t always work that way

Behold the world is stranger still
Are you sure you know enough to worry
You have not begun to understand
If you are not a ball of tears and fury

And you have not begun to finish
Until your laughter fills the air
There is a field beyond our minds
And I will meet you there