I believed in a preacher,
  when I was nine.
Who said he would, live to see
  the "end of time".
Through out history "Believers"
  have followed this "line".
He's now, long gone, and I'm
  pass, "my prime".
I, still search, for that, which
  we call, "Devine".
I believe, that task was always
  "meant to be mine".
Yet, to many, claim
   "This is The Sign"
I find: my own own,
      "LINE"

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