Give me truth, or give me nothing.
Give me love, or give me death.
Give me beauty, or there is no point in it at all.
In reality you don’t have a choice,
Either way,
There is still just the one thing, every way.
You cannot cause me to leave heaven,
And I refuse to go.
I can still come to your party,
But please note that I reserve the right
To keep one foot out the door,
Breathing the fresh air of our natural home.
I will not buy the future being sold –
You can keep it.
Ripples on the water move forwards and back in the same breath.
The empty room is enough.
You can come and go as you like – no need for chairs.
I went under the basement,
I ate the crust and burned the box,
Through the sun’s heart to the other side,
Until there was nobody clinging to the surface.
And we floated, inverted and free.
Unhappiness is just a lie
That we’ve convinced ourselves.
Every suffering thought is untrue.
Find out how things really are
And the vast loneliness pops like
A corn kernel in a nuclear blast –
Meaning to nothing at all –
And finally we trust the truth and
Never again doubt there could be something
Sweeter
Or cleaner.
Give your sin
Back to God.
You don’t need to understand any more.
Your measuring stick became a crutch,
(And wobbly at that).
Cast it out from your own vision
And see the divide it made between us.
There is nothing to do this afternoon.
And never was or will be.
Hell is just motion,
That does not know rest.
Sorrow is trying to make
Something from nothing
And thinking it stays solid.
Look.
You are sitting with me.
Watching ducks ride the current.
It is all shared
And nothing was ever lost.
I reach down and hand you a coin
Forgotten and found on the floor of your beliefs,
And when i touch your hand the lights go off.
A cartoon flood of impossible wealth.
How could we ever spend it?
Maybe with you.
Maybe in connection and contraction
Again and again.
Grinding and grinning,
Scowling and scoffing –
All of it.
Like two hands, arrowed in relief
In a night without colour.
I don’t even need to keep some for myself,
I’ll give you all of heaven.
We don’t even need it
When we are truly present.
(And we can only imagine hell).
Suddenly the lake is perfectly still
In the glowing nocturne,
And i don’t have to name the circle anymore
Because i know it’s the same light,
Both day and night.
Day and night.
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To get real is to heal.
To heal is to get real.
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