There’s more than one method to meet the divine The road to salvation is not a straight line Skeptics, recall Worship no god at all While the foolish insist that there’s no god but mine
Meditation’s a method for clearing the air A portable practice to take anywhere So quiet your thoughts And all you’ve been taught Just breathe in the light and dissolve into prayer
Just what are you hoping to find? To advance you must empty your mind There’s no need to search Or belong to a church Simply strive to patient and kind
The sages admonish edacious pursuits So soften the ego and strengthen your roots Don’t work up a swelter Over hunger and shelter Just learn to subsist on intangible fruits
To live a good life that’s effective You have to be somewhat selective Your mind isn’t frozen Your thoughts can be chosen The truth after all is subjective
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From the pages of Peanuts came Linus Neurotic but here to align us From his blankie one learns About coming to terms Lest our character flaws should define us
Thinking about Lucy and her psychiatric booth in the Peanuts comics. Thought it was time to psychoanalyze Linus.
Earth's history of humans, spans ages, Yet individually, we get, so few pages. In this time, so few, we get to know. The rest, just flakes, in our blizzard, snow.