If the world
was my cloister,

I can't get away
as i sit here
and I think
and I realize
I don't know a lot
of anything.

All I thought I knew
was a lot of nothing.


With the world as my cloister.

It leaves me thousands of miles to move
but I can't escape that
the world is my cloister.

If it were true
and the world was mine,
there would be more chanting than ranting,

Less greed and more charity.

If the world was my cloister,
vision and empathy would be
King and Queen.

Hurt and suffering abiding side by side
with love, grief and joyfulness.

What do you do in a cloister with so many people..
You try and live together.

You try and dream together.