When god died in my heart forlorn I wandered
The Other said, "There is no God" the nettles bloomed
I sat upon the high hills in the beauty
Of oranges and greens and reds and blues

The Other took and showed me then the meaning
I saw that gods and death are intertwined
"There is no death" the words were gently whispered,
"There is no other moment now or passing time"

Into the realms of death I burst in fury
To save my child I saw them take away
I followed there in greyness skyless country
Determined full of anger unafraid

We traveled back along the path together
Where tangled roots soil clutched and skies of gray
To walk that green path few have ventured
The others watched us guiding danced and played

I know there is no heaven for I have been there
There is no end in endless energy
No gods or rulers in the place beyond us
Only Others who are wild and free.