Actual Refuge is
a Realization
that helps you see
and shows you how to be

Actual Refuge is not
walking through a 'Pearly Gate'
calling on a man in heaven
or dialing 911

I don’t want to go to heaven
it’s ‘somewhere up there’
and they all say that
‘God lives there’

The place I want to to go
doesn’t have a name
and everyone you meet
looks the same

You lose your eyes
but everybody sees
everyone is special
no hierarchy

There’s nothing to judge
no right and no wrong
no throne to climb up
and sit down on

I don’t want to go to heaven
‘cause it’s up in the air
the place I want to go is
everywhere

My house and my life
have been Tracified
Now the frames on the wall
which once were all black
now have a trace of blue
and the ambience is
utterly new
Just like Christ on the cross
who was crucified and died
I say goodbye to the world
that I once knew
and embrace the tinges of blue
and the wonderful newness
of Tracey’s brew
She says “Hush”
as she hands me the cup

Unfortunately

Aural torture is often found
when one sits down to take a tea or coffee

White noise is in the air
bouncing around everywhere

from merry go rounds at county fairs
to elevators and dentist's chairs

Silence is sweet when it finally comes
and makes a break in the surround sound

Flames and moths never stay
they come and they go
with the winds
and the light of day
Flames and moths
like bell chimes
are coming and going
at the same time
like syllables
in a  rhyme
Try to find them
outside
the mind

Do you want to lose your self in the labyrinth of life
The door has been open day and night

You can be red or you can be blue
and you can decide everything that you do

The world you saw wasn’t really here
your black magic made it appear

Undo that dream, the one you don’t like
this world is not watertight

Though it seems like a circle going nowhere
in the end you will travel from here to there

Leave your car and your cases behind
they won’t fit into your new mind

Bring your umbrella and your chapeau
the one that looks like a rainbow

Bon voyage your journey now must start
as you descend down to your heart

Yesterday and tomorrow
are strangers to me
like the things that I think
I see in a dream
Like plans that I made
when I was young
they're somewhere now
on the tip of my tongue
Like who I would be
when I grew up
someone worthy
of the world's
undying love
Ambitious methinks
the plan of mankind
to steer this world
to make it rhyme